Guerilla Maab - Southside Story lyrics

This is my story G, day one on Southside Southside till I diiii-iiie... [Trae] It gotta be Southside all up in your face Well I'm creeping and crawling, up out the states I made nineteen years and a candidate No time to plex, I gotta stack my change And working wood on the grain, in the turning lane With a 18 thousand dolla, throwed piece and chain In the big body Benz, with the blue eyed beam Six inch t.v.'s, when I drop the screens Drop the top, sun finna to hit the fade In the baller line and I'm playa made Looking through my shades watching yellow bones And whether or not wanna knock me because of my chrome Goin hard on wax, I gotta peep the game I'm in a private plane, I'm finna to fly to Maine With 32 karats, in my pinky ring On a pen and pad, I lace up the game All on the radio, and on the t.v To the world premier, we on MTV Plus so many n***as, really can't see me Body rock the states, and pop up on three's When I'm swanging 4's, I'm slamming candy do's I'm on my P's and Q's, and I love this game That's why, everybody wanna knock my hustle We done just got rich, and went platinum man [Dougie D] Thank the Lord for all my success Been struggling striving, trying to do my best No more canned sardine, just eight cuisines Its been a long run Finally got a new pair of shoes on feet And I owe it to the Southside, cause it's been lovely Everybody wanna run with me, and popping trunks all bubbly And everybody in the club with me Hold up, baby you know the South is so real White cups and my drank, and blowing on k** In the STS, dressed to impress With a bow legged round the side, to roll with Y'all need to just understand, its so live Many dollas into powder stacks, that's right When I'm up in the Benz, drop tops in the wind Chopping to the corner, then I bend Why a motherf**er wanna hate on me man Cause they can't get off they a**, and stack change Down on Southside, we don't play no games We pop trunks on the corners, and the turning lane Just realize, and stop fighting the pencil Cause I pimp a pen, or a pencil Its about time, that your a** gon recognize Guerilla Maab is some cold individuals [Hook] This is my story G, day one on Southside Southside till I diiii-iiie On the road, to reach in the T.V. and BET And I owe it to the Southside Southside till I diiii-iiie [Willean] n***as can't hold me back, I hold the gat Thought of many ways, then told you that Talking about, golden plaque Diamonds in your face, done showed you that I roll the Lac, I stroll the Benz Get the weed, I'll po' the Hen I'ma ball till I fall, f** waiting till I score again We big shots with big Glocks, on top I play it cool On my block, while I lay my rules On your block, while I spray with tools Slay them fools, with my steel Let them know, this sh**'s for real Botany Boyz, Guerilla Maab A k**a squad, making mills [H.A.W.K.] f** what you feel, time to pop a seal When we grab this major deal On the Texas wheel, trying to make a mill Serious, bout that dolla bill House on the hill, yacht on the lake Can't get close to my estate Like Ice Cube, push rhymes like weight Haters, we annihilate Don't violate, or try to hate Licks been heard, in the Texas state I just can't wait, to set thangs straight Texas is the rap state Let's congregate, hop in the Benz Guerilla Maab and Dead End On that chase for benjamins In this sh**, we play to win [Hook] [Z-Ro] Pulling out my yard, as I drop the top Ready for the jackers, I'm gon co*k the Glock Pulling up at the club, everybody show love Might slow my pace, but never stop for bops Cause when a n***a didn't have weed to smoke Seemed like them hoes, had a need to choke So I bled the block, and I bled the block Exactly what I need, for the seeds to grow Now I'm living myself, Z-Ro today Even though I had road blocks in my way I made it over the hill, I guess that was the will Of that man, for me to get outta the game I sold weed and crack, on down to h**ne Sporting clothes, on motherf**ers payroll Many golds and the movies, Guccis Fa**aci's, Guess and diamonds Karen I smoke and I lean, but still I maintain Ain't a damn thang changed, I'm still the same Breaking motherf**ers off, with a sock by mouth Represent the South, about fancy thangs My pen is throwed, and my pen is raw 24/7, I'm gon break the law At the end of a show, I'ma take a bow And these wannabes me be wondering how I flip my tongue fast like that Rubbing up on tracks, and wrecking they dats And the Real-To-Real's, and it takes Sedan Deville With a separate b**h, on the grill I bleed the block, now with the rocks I bleed with the candy paint Sipping promethazyne, codeine With a Jolly Rancher, whata Dandy on drank And I got my mind focused on benjamins Dividends in the back, of a big Benz 22 years old, with fat back roll From a tight a** verse, and I'm in the wind Check it out, Southside Story baby Z-Ro, Dougie D, Trae, Willean, Big H.A.W.K [Hook - 2x]