Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Look
Show me the niggas who made it
Outta the bottom, ain't talking no mainstream
Hop in the back, you a hero
You started right from zero
Matter of fact
Take a tap on the back
Add a tag with a rack from the bureaus
Pack-in a sack of the cash
For the record
I know that you really a kiddo
Show me the niggas who made it
Outta the bottom, ain't talking no mainstream
Hop in the back, you a hero
You started right from zero
Matter of fact
Take a tap on the back
Add a tag with a rack from the bureaus
Pack-in a sack of the cash
For the record
I know that you really a kiddo
How many niggas go hard like this
Fresh Young Nigga with a bag of drip
Talk my shit with a kinda blish
I don't flop, my game on a nano trip
Usually don't make a hela noise
But a hela boys think they hela dope
Underdog like a undercover nigga
Dial a number give a fuck about you?
I dont give a fuck man
Southside neegahs gon body your favorites
Up on twitter man you woke
In real life you don't know shit
Piss on you niggas dey jonz
I roll with the illest we smoking exotics
And all of your top 5's
Pack all your bags to the sidelines
Underdogs, it's a new wave
I ain't done don't be stupid
Trigger happy with the opps
Niggas cocky, I been rapping since forever
But I never got involved when you niggas claiming kings
Got a better vision entirely bro
'Pending on your cerebro
Making a wish, that all my niggas gonna make it
Be popping bottles in a whip
I pray for my niggas, I pray you don't waste it
You prolly think you the shit
Damn right you the shit man
Fuck these niggas
(Please push back push back)
Show me the niggas who made it
Outta the bottom, ain't talking no mainstream
Hop in the back, you a hero
You started right from zero
Matter of fact
Take a tap on the back
Add a tag with a rack from the bureaus
Pack-in a sack of the cash
For the record
I know that you really a kiddo
Show me the niggas who made it
Outta the bottom, ain't talking no mainstream
Hop in the back, you a hero
You started right from zero
Matter of fact
Take a tap on the back
Add a tag with a rack from the bureaus
Pack-in a sack of the cash
For the record
I know that you really a
Shhhh
Man I don't like cap
Rude boy cuz you got a mic and booth at yard
Don't mean you can rap
Said you got game man
It's not even that
Man this flow stupid drip come clear
And I swear that it rush like a tap
Like a lesbo I came with the strap
And I leave you smoked like a Backwood pack
Nah you don't wanna see when I come on badness
Scenes all finished man it's south side madness
Dead that game and the stupid antics
No passcode but you still can't hack this
Naira Marley see me smoke and I balance
Counting up P's in my south side mansion
Link me and Cee if you need south's hardest
Rap niggas shook like 10 degree minus
Said you on smoke but I'm sure you on highness
We the best out south no cap no bias
If we a 10, you a 10 but make sure you minus 10
In the front and we never declining
Ride with my G's tooled up with the Kala
We dead your morale no wim no matter
Port harcourt boys gon make the tin scatter
Now go send word to your pops and your mama
No be chais