Yeah I’m the son of the south blood crimson red
Blue jeans faded with the grease-stained hands
Scars on my knuckles and that’s still who I am
Don’t come over here disrespecting my homeland
My homeland, yeah
Yeah, when the sh** goes down
I’ll be somewhere with a hundred thousand
[?] shot rounds
With a railroad car coming up in the ground
With the blah blah
[?] all the way around my house
Boom, with this dirt bike
[?]
[?]
See, motherf**er, everybody’s on my team
Bikers, OGs, crime members and the police
And everybody’s still figuring out what’s on the news
And they do this sh** on purpose who ain’t even got a clue
White lives, black lives, and the
[?] too
So point your gun across the sea and let’s just stand as a
[?]
‘Cause they got people trying to k** us ’cause of our f**ing beliefs
And
[?] in the subway
[?]
So let’s cut the bullsh** and stand for all our people
And cut some motherf**ing throats, let them bleed till we’re evil
I’m the son of the south blood crimson red
Blue jeans faded with the grease-stained hands
Scars on my knuckles and that’s still who I am
Don’t come over here disrespecting my homeland
My homeland, yeah
[?]
I’m the son of the south blood crimson red
Blue jeans faded with the grease-stained hands
Scars on my knuckles and that’s still who I am
Don’t come over here disrespecting my homeland
My homeland, yeah
My homeland, my homeland, my homeland
My homeland
I’m the son of the south blood crimson red
Blue jeans faded with the grease-stained hands
Scars on my knuckles and that’s still who I am
Don’t come over here disrespecting my homeland
My homeland, my homeland