David Banner - So Trill lyrics

Bread and water..This what it comes down to [Verse 1:] I remember when these kids got k**ed up in Pearl Is it the end of the world? Grown men acting like b**hes b**hes actin' like men, and it's all good As long as all these records keep sellin' n***az time cut so these snitches keep tellin' Yall know it ain't right.. And I ain't bending for these hoes Is this the part when my God comes back and starts throwin' elbows? Man these children gone astray, and no daddies in the home So they turn to gun play, or they just turn gay Half-bit like they rich broke, n***az swisha sweet So I sit, in a lac and just smoke,stayin' down in the street Vernon Dixon? Georgetown in the hills The subs and the boys in Hattiesburg so trill The delta and coast, the queens is what I boast But these kids in the south is what a n***a love the most [Bridge:] Damn, the kids is what a n***a loves most f**, so trill.. [Hook x2:] I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill) It's hard in the south when you try to stack a mill' And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill) [Verse 2:] I remember when the twin towers fell Did the boys in the G know, or just didn't tell? I ain't forgot about Gore, and them trick a** ballots Numbers tossed around in the mix like a salad Or a bird in the Bush Or a brother up in office tryna give a big push Yall dont try to praise God now He been watchin from the jump, i'ma crunk Quick to pull the sawed pump, skull and bones yall can k** me I'ma G, and the world is gon' feel me Bet you neva thought the truth would come straight from the middle of Mississippi So P-Boy keep pushin'.. We some big ones,life would street, man we all on a mission [Hook x2:] I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill) It's hard in the south when you try to stack a mill' And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill) [Verse 3:] This for my boys in the pen and my thugs on the county farms If it's war then I swear i'm gonna raise them arms And come and getcha, send me a kite... And I promise that I'll write ya back or smoke a fat sack in ya name I ain't no b**h or no hoe or no trick Tryna ride a n***a dick just to make a quick hit I ain't writin' love songs for prissy b**hes I make songs for the queens who lost sight in the hood Mayne i made some bullsh** but it's good And if ya see me then you see this sh** across my chest I pray to God, let my spirit do the rest I pray to God, let my spirit do the rest [Hook: until fade] I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill) It's hard in the south when you try to stack a mill' And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill)