Lyrics:
for me baby slow it down right here
[Verse 2:]
Call it what ya want it
Ghetto futuristic come get up on it
There's a black up in my sector can I
to the edge like Vert
On Instagram, diggin' up dirt
You wanted smoke with me first
Well, this one gon'-
Yeah, this one gon' hurt
Down bad boys, sad boys, I
[Silkk]
Well, it's time to ride, slide
them niggaz that fucked up, they lucked up
Seen them niggaz rollin in they cutlass
I'm about act bad, no doubt,
be beat, and didn't get up until the next
Morning, when we all had to go to court. We walked in, sat down, Obie came
In with the twenty-seven 8
Yeah I'm feeling myself money good no accountant's help
Walk in the mud wearing Jordan 11's and if I scuff them up I done bought 3 pair
Tie a knot in
Does it gotta come down to this
In order to see things for what they are and what it is
We still might not be free up in this piece
Or treated
I'm up yeeee getting a bag
I promise ima make it moma
I promise ima make it out the hood
Where niggas wish you would the lifestyle was good
Longwood
Mississippi to DC to south Florida
Where I discovered I could rap at least sort of
Begin of a long road no matter how bold
never know if you can reach your
stopped runnin'
My feets was tired anyhow
So I reached in my inside pocket
And got my harp out
Sit down by old beat up railroad train
And get me get
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea
But all the towns
put a cap in him
Dropped him down to a knee just like he Kapernick
We not with that acting shit, we get to clapping shit
Won't be no accident
We can't
got a dime to waste
Grab her by her tiny waist
As she ride my face
I'm a Grimey ape in a shiny cape with alot of cake
Pickup truck how she back it up
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea
But all the towns
blind
But LouAnna is calling you home...again
She told time in cigs
Said I'm two packs down
Waiting around for the snow to fall
Upon a Mississippi night
Juice good riddance, pussy[01:24.60]You don't get no money, pussy, yeah[01:25.93]Mississippi, you puttin' the miss in that bitch[01:27.65]Yo, bitch is
To The South
Lil Flip:
I'm The King, It Ain't No Mystery, So Fuck Ya'll Niggas Dissin' Me
I'm Goin' Down In History, I'm Leavin' With A Victory
Yo' Baby
feet while you flow 20 deep
Deep in the Mississippi River wrapped up in a sheet
And then ya know the Last Man Standin can't be you or me
How
administer their Christ's blessing.
In America poison is injected into the blood-stream.
Another Christ dies, jacked up by the state.
Another glorious
Settin' shop, then sellin' dope
The Dirty South, gats all in your mouth, walk you in your house
Lay your ass down, give your money up, we don't give
Generations, After Generations
Keep Praising You, Yet No Word Sums You Up
Then I Asked The Lord, "What Name Fits You?"
And He Said, "Yah"
Generations, After
You, Yet No Word Sums You Up
Then I Asked The Lord, "What Name Fits You?"
And He Said, "Yah"
Generations, After Generations
Keep Praising You, Yet No
Yesu Afayo
(Jesus We Praise You)
Generations, After Generations
Keep Praising You, Yet No Word Sums You Up
Then I Asked The Lord, "What Name Fits
shake em' but nigga not now
Down bad broke in decatur but nigga not now
Use to help out with some fakers but nigga not now
Fell bad having no paper but
daisies
I nipped it in the bud these bitches cannot play me
Mississippi's best lyricist man of few words
And still no recognition that shit sounds absurd
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