KEEP IT SOUTHERN

Critiques us, critique harsh Have a barber at my funeral, make sure my niggas cut right Line-ups like they fresh for a flight, my whole life been glamorized Some dramatized my sexuality, but baby make it sanitized Just make the motherfuckers feel it, 'cause it's hammer-sized Deep in the Atlanta night, we all felt them Bama skies Move my niggas to Montana, only keep a landline Holler if you feel me, this feel like the night that 'Pac died Finna hire more niggas that look like us And when the ones around your city turn against you, who do I trust? I seen them lined up and loaded, some of them boys even look like us Man, I love my cup, double up, and I fuck my thugs, that's love (Merlyn) I wanna have it banging, keep it Southern for ya I wanna hold it down and keep it coming for ya Right, tell them motherfuckers they cannot control my life, life, life, life I wanna have it banging, keep it Southern for ya I wanna hold it down and keep it coming for ya Right, tell them motherfuckers they cannot control your life, life, life, life (Merlyn) Fishing in Nazareth, tryna catch a bad bitch Burning big bushes but they never burn to ashes Catch 'em with the bass line, bring 'em to my palace Like how my mind sharper than a Samurai tick One hit of this make the sky redder than red Ran for forty nights but I sting like Cassius Inside her thighs, that's aurora borealis That's my mirror-mirror, missionary secondary Sorry, baby, baby, know you lookin' for a hubby But the blue faces only thing I wasn't trustin' Yes, Lord, give it to me, yes, Lord, give it to me God made melody so I could make money, money And I wanna have it banging, keep it Southern for ya I wanna hold it down and keep it coming for ya Right, tell them motherfuckers they cannot control my life, life, life, life I wanna have it banging, keep it Southern for ya I wanna hold it down and keep it coming for ya Right, tell them motherfuckers they cannot control your life, life, life, life