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