Madison X - Tennessee lyrics

[Intro] I bring it back to the bottom of the map x 4 [Hook] In Tennessee, everybodys on they grind In Tennessee, everybodys born to shine In Tennessee, everybody stay they self Cause theres no f**in point in being someone else [Verse 1] Welcome to the 615; Everyone here gon die grindin We'll get rich or die trying Im young and buck shout the big homie Yo b**h know me, Im sick homie Six South got that sh** homie We bout ours, hope you bout yours If 2Pac back, we the outlawz! Married to the game, bout to meet the inlaws You find out who your friends are Is something wrong with your sim card? Well I been slept on, I been hard Underrated and hated But I ain't phased by it I came this far I'm all ears if big money's involved What's a bunch of pussies to a big dogg? Swagger like Ric Flair Where you at? Ive been there Watch me pull a dollar out of thin air [Verse 2] Picture me ridin Tennessee tags, Im a tennessee titan And when Im gone, remember the titan 615; b**h we riders; Ridin out on these lames mane Got it locked no chain gang Got the loud for the low, too Yeah the volume make the neighbors complain I talk ratchet to police I swear they dont know me Yes Ive got my cup but in its not codiene Its probably just whiskey, vodka, or remy I sip while I smoke different weeds Ya'll dinosaurs, Ya'll history Oh they want beef? I got that handled Im so Tennessee I bleed Jack Daniels! [Verse 3] I dont give a f** if anybody co-sign me I'm so Cashville 50, prolly dont like me Six South Makaveli; ya'll ain't ready Last dance with Mary Jane like Tom Petty I'm breaded Kushed out - blunted get money If you like to hear that fake rap - you ain't gon hear that sh** from me They told me switch my style up - and I said back By popular demand, the old X back Twistin up my blunts Like gangsters twist they fingers up Six South the greatest When You think of rap; you think of us 305 swag, 615 tags b**h Im outchea, hip hop's life raft!!