[Hook]x2 Now I'm a S-O-U-T-H-E-R-N man Hot damn, I'm hot They can't break me, shake me, throw me I thought I told you that I can't stop
[Verse 1] Now I'm a southern man greater baby East side Decatur baby Stone mind and drop out Mama pray that the Lord'll save me Daddy was a deadbeat, mama now strugglin' Grandmama helped out, there was no husband Collard greens, neck bones, bread in the oven Grams on the son, no brother, two cousins One drunk uncle, one gay, but I love him One was a family man, I ain't see much of him Six aunties, they was like a nigga's mom Atlanta public schools made the kid seem dumb Where the role models at? I don't see none No father figure, how can I be one I'm trying to give Gia the life that I never had I ain't gon' lie, some days I be scared Waking up in cold sweats, all a nigga got is rap As long as God got me, baby, they can't hold me back
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[Verse 2] Now I'm a southern man, chitlins Right along on the sandwiches Pa, ma, chicken That shit will damage us Cadillacs, gold real, smile for the camera Country ass dialect, some folks laugh at us Cash put the A on the map 90 percent of the rappers in the A nowadays sound wack Same old bullshit when he raps If a nigga ain't dancing with his snap he probably up for the trap Y'all lames don't respect the god If Jarren ain't the sickest in the south then that's a facade Haha, holler back The south got the best barbecue I'm vegetarian and what comes after that
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[Verse 3] Now I'm a southern man Stack of Benjamins in a rubber band Born in the south Kidnapped from the motherland Dope boys slinging rocks, he want something other than... Minimum wage, a lifetime of sufferin' We show 'em southern hospitality Any disrespect, we show 'em southern fatal casualties That's the way it has to be Young entrepreneurs we slung CD's in the car trunk like Master P They say them southern boys slow Trying to play us like a ho We gon' let you niggas know (let 'em know) Jarren give his heart to get this blow I swear to God we gon' make it here I'm sick of living poor 1 million of us on the pole We done came a long way but still got far to go And we have never fled See, we didn't run up north, we done stayed down here Bitch, we ain't never scared
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