SOUTH SIDE BABY
Left me in the sand, I learned how to stand
Took the helping hand, I turned to a man
Don't know Uncle Sam, he not in the fam
They don't understand, this was in the plan
On the run like Cam, catch us if you can
Had to clean the pan, I was Dirty Dan
We come from the South, gotta let us in
Sun burn hot like fans, we move militant
Hip hop in my blood, gave it to the nurse
Booming in the south, the sound came from the church
Only time we back is backseat in a hearse
To save a generation, gotta break the curse
When you get in trouble, you see how it works
Learn to duck the fades and talk to GOD first
Learn to ditch the scale and how the pots work
I wish they would take away the Glock hurts
Killing all our brothers and the sisters hurt
We do our relationships with pictures first
When you get the bigger picture, feeling worse
Only thing that's real is that the city hurt
Gave it all and still I gotta reminisce
You can change your ways but that don't mean they feeling it
Left the dirt all in the past, hope I don't slip in it
I found my strength in surrender, now I'm living it
Now I'm feeling it
Gotta rhythm it
My adrenaline
Wanna reel em in
See how we relate
BPT, I'm late
My sin on the web
No full screen, escape
I'm not hiding this
You can ride to this
Cruise, don't need control
You can glide to this
Not my righteousness
This one priceless
JESUS died for this
Kid from the 9-10
Never left me, I'm alright then
I'm still in the fight can
Lord send me an angel, yeah He's my friend
We defeat the Titans
Philistines won't fight Him
So I let my faith talk
I don't need my sight, to win
Pressure making diamonds
Sometimes I feel neglected, I know my time's thin
But I look through the right lens
GOD created time, so I'm just on His time sense
Left me in the sand, I learned how to stand
Took the helping hand, I turned to a man
Don't know Uncle Sam, he not in the fam
They don't understand, this was in the plan
On the run like Cam, catch us if you can
Had to clean the pan, I was Dirty Dan
We come from the South, gotta let us in
Sun burn hot like fans, we move militant
Hip hop in my blood, gave it to the nurse
Booming in the south, the sound came from the church
Only time we back is backseat in a hearse
To save a generation, gotta break the curse
When you get in trouble, you see how it works
Learn to duck the fades and talk to GOD first
Learn to ditch the scale and how the pots work
I wish they would take away the Glock hurts
Took the helping hand, I turned to a man
Don't know Uncle Sam, he not in the fam
They don't understand, this was in the plan
On the run like Cam, catch us if you can
Had to clean the pan, I was Dirty Dan
We come from the South, gotta let us in
Sun burn hot like fans, we move militant
Hip hop in my blood, gave it to the nurse
Booming in the south, the sound came from the church
Only time we back is backseat in a hearse
To save a generation, gotta break the curse
When you get in trouble, you see how it works
Learn to duck the fades and talk to GOD first
Learn to ditch the scale and how the pots work
I wish they would take away the Glock hurts
Killing all our brothers and the sisters hurt
We do our relationships with pictures first
When you get the bigger picture, feeling worse
Only thing that's real is that the city hurt
Gave it all and still I gotta reminisce
You can change your ways but that don't mean they feeling it
Left the dirt all in the past, hope I don't slip in it
I found my strength in surrender, now I'm living it
Now I'm feeling it
Gotta rhythm it
My adrenaline
Wanna reel em in
See how we relate
BPT, I'm late
My sin on the web
No full screen, escape
I'm not hiding this
You can ride to this
Cruise, don't need control
You can glide to this
Not my righteousness
This one priceless
JESUS died for this
Kid from the 9-10
Never left me, I'm alright then
I'm still in the fight can
Lord send me an angel, yeah He's my friend
We defeat the Titans
Philistines won't fight Him
So I let my faith talk
I don't need my sight, to win
Pressure making diamonds
Sometimes I feel neglected, I know my time's thin
But I look through the right lens
GOD created time, so I'm just on His time sense
Left me in the sand, I learned how to stand
Took the helping hand, I turned to a man
Don't know Uncle Sam, he not in the fam
They don't understand, this was in the plan
On the run like Cam, catch us if you can
Had to clean the pan, I was Dirty Dan
We come from the South, gotta let us in
Sun burn hot like fans, we move militant
Hip hop in my blood, gave it to the nurse
Booming in the south, the sound came from the church
Only time we back is backseat in a hearse
To save a generation, gotta break the curse
When you get in trouble, you see how it works
Learn to duck the fades and talk to GOD first
Learn to ditch the scale and how the pots work
I wish they would take away the Glock hurts
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Briscoe Jr
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