SOUTH SIDE BABY Lyrics

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