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way too sexy uh
Ridin in that Lexi uh
My money my bestie uh
You cannot correct me uh
You cannot impress me uh
Beamer, Benz or Bentley uh
From the south
carpet on y'all bitch asses.
Hailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay.
Ludacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family. Recognize royalty
when you
Tennessee and it
Pumps through my veins
Where barbed wire replaces concrete
And the chains where handshakes are hugs
We fly our own flags
The home
when faithful to this
Cortez to his head /Mexican kicks
Wearing a mask like an angel of light
Im exposen your tricks get outta my sight
Let me remind you
at the mirror
I'm staring at my face when I pray

Mexican guerrilla and I repeat it with a passion
How long will I last if in the streets is all about blasting
Anemic so i keep an iron idly by my dick
And if you wanna test me, smith and wesson hardly due to trick
Ungodly broads just wanna tug the johnson ominously
I’m sorry George Floyd got killed, I kneel
But I don’t feel white guilt, that’s real
Had guns in my face a bunch, by cops
Had my face slammed off my
in luxury through my old neighborhood
I shot for the moon, so I'm zooming by the stars
Can't forget where you came, remember who you are
Although I
but Im still Berthas church boy
Grew up
South Memphis made us all screw ups
Never known whos what
Gotta keep a tool tucked
Eastside frank street where
the south coast!
With attempts on my life
A small group I have made
to oppose this evil strife
Who are these demons that torment my lands?
Why will they not
on the south side fucking with my kinfolk
Time I hit the Northside they like where you been bro?
I been on that Aviator
On that Aviator
Out there on that Aviator
my feet
And keep it live and stay in tune with the street
Now let me ask my niggaz (why?)

They say the good die young, in the hood where I'm from
of choppers 
Carol City will make holes in you so big, 
They can't be plugged by doctors 

Nigga, this is the real Dade County 
Where we are soldiers from
of choppers 
Carol City will make holes in you so big, 
They can't be plugged by doctors 

Nigga, this is the real Dade County 
Where we are soldiers from
I tried to break away from you
From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew
Where the posters are torn by the muggin' gangs
By the faggy park
I tried to break away from you
From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew
Where the posters are torn by the muggin' gangs
By the faggy park
the cash
Runnin' in the streets got
My mama goin crazy
Hangin' out south philly where my
Daddy ain't make it
Shit I was only five and I
Was mad I couldn't
do, peace to every hood that I been through 
I even got love for my homies in South Central 
But to the East my brother, 'cause that's where I stay
to south alive
I looked back up at the youth
He took out a knife and was surrounded by
What could've been ten or a thousand guys either way
We're out
that was jackin'
And by the time we left, the day was night
We hopped in my window, I turned on my lights
We went to my crib and ate, and then we left
wire 
Yesterday's a collar that has settled round my waist 

Today keeps slipping by me, it leaves no aftertaste 
Tomorrow is a daydream,
there too
You see my homie hit me up when I was in Indiana
You gotta come south and check out Savannah
Frisbee in the park, hip-hop night at the Jinx
You
sucked my dick on pine box
I'ma casket you, bastard
Swimming lessons at Lake Placid
You better practice
Here's one for you
This is battery acid
Pennywise
solstice parties
Where everyone's tripping on mushrooms but me and my mom
Have you ever tried playing volleyball with people tripping on mushrooms?
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