Lyrics:
the beat like it's my only son, my DNA
And this that southern playeristic like we was in the eight
Back in the day, I was young, broke and infamous
steppers made it in this bitch
GDA productions made in this bitch
Southern Maryland's finest yeah we in this bitch
Bitch
been riding 'round with my people (uh, dirty south)
And I always put it down for my people (uh, uh, dirty south)
She ain't ever caught them southern
Carolina, holidays in D.C
Summers in Maryland, every year on repeat
See, those who know me know I split life
From Rocky Mount, Tarboro
To District Heights
give a fuck how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so
all day, real all the time, you know what it is
Y'all ain't ready for that College Park shit though (hahaha)
We the Maryland boys, homie
Eat a dick
a nigga know
Maryland or DC nigga
Let a nigga know
Don't forget the VA nigga
Let a nigga know
At the time the whole team spilling
Let a nigga know
Young
I'm coming home from college mama
I can't wait to see ya face
Miss them home cooked meal hope you save ya boy a plate
Back from college shawty
country does
Cold beer, food fried
Laid back, now that's the life
Chrome shined on 40 cals
Daisy Dukes on Southern gals
No Dad, I'm a college grad
I bust my
of dimes
No college hoodies, all my old girls is wearing mine
Throw in a couple orange slices and a pair of limes
When you mixing up that jungle juice,
the A-Town (A-Town)
They don't believe I will stab them in the abdomen
From College Park, Georgia to College Park, Maryland (that's right)
So put your fist
to be a kid and play
To this day I pay homage to the Gods, to the greats
Never stolen, I'm from Maryland
Where they shoot you in the dark of the night
Bout to take it back
To the motherfucking east coast,
Maryland man,
PG AA County you know what it is
From AA to PG I lit up that green leaf
Harsh
shoulder to shoulder and heart to heart
A voice cried out, I was killed in Maryland in 1877
When the railroad workers made their stand
Well, I was
shoulder to shoulder and heart to heart
A voice cried out, I was killed in Maryland in 1877
When the railroad workers made their stand
Well, I was
why no one has any money
I’m 5’10” but when I stand on my money I’m 5’6”
Because I am in debt to my fuckin college
Fuckin’ on my TA in the middle of my
shoulder to shoulder and heart to heart
A voice cried out, I was killed in Maryland in 1877
When the railroad workers made their stand
Well, I was
Well it's the M-I crooked letter coming around the South
Rolling straight Hammers and Vogues in that old Southern slouch
Please, ain't nothing but
Well it's the M-I crooked letter coming around the South
Rolling straight Hammers and Vogues in that old Southern slouch
Please, ain't nothing but
and College Park and the things I used to do
Around ATL, home of the pimps and the money makers
Club niggas, Magic City and them Southern players
I never said I
I can't complain growing up always ate good
Not gone lie on the real I always been hood
Yeah I'm southern in my heart never go astray
Like the love
This is where they stay crunk, throw it up, dubs on the Cadillac
White tees, Nike's, gangstas don't know how to act
Adamsville, Bankhead, College
John Wilkes Booth was a southern man,
Born of an actor in Maryland,
Bound for fortune on a gas-lit stage,
Bound to die at a tender age.
This the record that my backpack underground fans get to get to skippin'
Back back, Southern town fans get to tippin'
Chasin' fat stacks, runnin'
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