Jhi-Ali - Alabama lyrics

[Jhi-Ali: Hook] Alabama, the place I love, the place I call home- Dirt roads and the projects, Momma stay gone But it really don't matter Gramma stay up the road And she fixin' me some collards Alabama, the place I love, the place I call home- Dirt roads and the projects, All that I've known I love my momma but my Granmamma stay up the road And she fixin' me some collards [Jhi-Ali] It's been a long time comin' We've been on the grind hustlin' Ever since, cotton pickin' Learn about your history, cousin! It's the state, of mind And it's been too hard livin' Dem folks'll lynch ya down hurr Give ya two hard sentence Now is it worth those years? To twerk off? They say you add the first line Over the dirt roa'(heh) Down here Alabama the final piece of the puzzle Say it backwards, I'm a balla In the streets, and I HUSTLE Holdin' on the hope I know that change gone come They got us holdin' onto dope We know that change gone come So sick and tired of being broke mane It's the same old song But until my folks gone get some dough mane This song gone get sung It's been a long time Until we realize, that we sittin' on The gold mine We gone roam round Tryin' to rock somethin' 'cept our own style Tryin' to bump somethin' accept for our own sounds And I ain't tryna come down I'm just sayn' mane Grown' tired [Jhi-Ali: Hook] Alabama, the place I love, the place I call home- Dirt roads and the projects, Momma stay gone But it really don't matter Gramma stay up the road And she fixin' me some collards Alabama, the place I love, the place I call home- Dirt roads and the projects, All that I've known I love my momma but my Granmamma stay up the road And she fixin' me some collards [Cooley] I wake up every mornin' Thank the Lord And roll up me a Swisher Kiss my babies Throw my J's on Go rollin' with my n***as Slow motion mane Cooley certified I'm a Florida boy in Alabama But really we got the same Dirty Pride I put my pen to this paper To shake the fact that If you know it or not Yo life ain't sh** but blackjack Hit a hole, raise a fold For all a you poker playas Back here in these woods You would neva really know a playa Never no different Beleive, son I'm a make my change up Get up my money 'till I'm comfortable Then change jobs But out chyea heyah my cuz just Thrown off in the wind Blown off in the wind Gone off Seagram Gin Gettin' Bent I'm a s**a for that 'bread, playa WEAK for some collard greens And believe these streets got a lot of green A LOT of greens Time flies Flyest when gettin' high Hunstville where I reside So Alabama till I die [Jhi-Ali: Hook] Alabama, the place I love, the place I call home- Dirt roads and the projects, Momma stay gone But it really don't matter Gramma stay up the road And she fixin' me some collards Alabama, the place I love, the place I call home- Dirt roads and the projects, All that I've known I love my momma but my Granmamma stay up the road And she fixin' me some collards [Big P.O.P.E.] I wake up early in the morning Thank the Lord for me being country 'Bama Up in this heyah And you know we gone act a donkey We golden through it all But it still Remains Funky n***as talk 'bout my state But I know that those hoes can't touch us That's just the way it is Cause we makin' it on the grind You might be takin' theirs Ain't no hope in you takin' ours That's just the way we feel Been at it and aggravated But now we stand on top And I know that we can't be faded And I'm gone keep it crunk With rhymes Cause' I got so many And I ain't scared to dump Cause I'm a god with this 'Bama in me, n***a, sh** I'm a god with this 'Bama in me