BroGod Mass - South Lyrics

Huh, I'm ona mission they don't understand
I ball n knock it out tha park they pitchin underhand
Told em lob it, still can't stop it I'll give another chance
She down on her hands n knees, southpaw, I love her stance
N even wit her north face on her mouth go south
How yu say yu off tha porch ain't even outcho house
Got my finger on tha globe I put myself on tha map
Tha way I did this shit alone I pat myself on tha back, huh
Huh, n when I show up issa showdown
Sold out, ain't travelin to tha south but this shit go down
Headshots in one ear n out tha other that blick so loud
Everybody say to keep it real but they don't know how
Huh, I'm ona mission they don't understand
My paper stretch I'm thinkin I need me some rubberbands
That was my mans, n then we got into it
N shawty got good head like she a Harvard student
Pull up on that seminar see wat they talkin about
Ain't wit that back n forth like mom said when I walked in tha house
He think he street on that black pavement they white chalkin him now
Fly like a desert eagle bitch we hawkin him down
I'm cut from a different cloth, my gang same material
I remember wakin up them days of no name brand cereal
He got tha drop, said check that box, I told em fill me in
Life ain't no movie but they watch me like a film we in
I leave em all guessin
I'm on that grind ain't got no time to be answerin yalls question
Let em off that leash n now my dawg steppin
N movin on up I feel like George Jefferson
Huh, I'm ona mission they don't understand
I ball n knock it out tha park they pitchin underhand
Told em lob it, still can't stop it I'll give another chance
She down on her hands n knees, southpaw, I love her stance
N even wit her north face on her mouth go south
How yu say yu off tha porch ain't even outcho house
Got my finger on tha globe I put myself on tha map
Tha way I did this shit alone I pat myself on tha back, huh
Huh huhhhhh
Issa showdown
Showdownnn
But this shit go down
Go downnnn
Huh huh
Glahhhh