Yea
Lot of money moving round down here, know what I'm sayin'
Everybody wanna move down here, down here
Babymama keep that glizzy down here, watch yo back
Foodstamps, E-B-T down here, pay that shit
Turn the struggle into millions down here (Yea)
Turn the struggle into millions down here, down here
We ain't playing bout our fam, come up missing on that dumb shit
Tryin' play them games down here
Play that shit (Yea)
Welcome to the real South (Ok)
Not the one you hear bout (Ok)
Where ya granny raised ya, and ya mama visit to escape the place she reared around (Dat right)
Where ya neighbors was kinfolk (Uh huh)
All kinfolk ain't ya skin folk (Uh huh)
When the motive was to get home, get way from them folk
40 years same place still broke (Not me)
Nah n**** not we, we wanna be the change we want see
How I'm gone motivate a young G, If the top of the game don't look like me (Like me)
If the millionaires don't look like us (Like us)
If the winner circle ain't near my touch (My touch)
Everything I dreamed is near my grasp, ain't checked no luggage I'm in my bag (My bag)
Get rich don't get mad (Rich don't get mad)
Feed your kids not the hate (Feed not the hate)
Put yo fam in position (Fam in position)
Put yo people on game (People on game)
It's the King of underground, under us where they at, we the ones not the twos, some of this not for you, you could be popping too if you ain't act like a bitch
Lot of money moving round down here, know what I'm sayin'
Everybody wanna move down here, down here
Babymama keep that glizzy down here, watch yo back
Foodstamps, E-B-T down here, pay that shit
Turn the struggle into millions down here (down here)
Turn the struggle into millions down here, down here
We ain't playing bout our fam, come up missing on that dumb shit
Tryin' play them games down here
Play that shit (Yea)
I need cheesy bread
So many raps in my head
Smoking purple gelato
Bringing It back like Serato (Yea)
I told dem n***** cut da check, you can't exclude me (You can't exclude me)
Just pay the fee and keep the talk, you can't elude me (That's right)
This ain't no musical chairs, either you in or you out
You kept it trill for da moment, but then you switched for da clout
I swear ya first shit was bumping, it was classic down South
Country n***** goin' pop taking the whimsical route (Ugh)
We dem Retro South boys they dependin' on us
Elephant in the room, holdin' nuts, big tusk
I know she heard the single, she was ready for touch
It's da trunk King Midas, 24k is what I clutch (Ugh)
Naked lady on the brougham wit da sweetest nectar
Yo shit ain't popping like it was, you been labeled defector
Down here we carry torches, microphone 'checka (Yea)
RedCoat 2nd coming of the 18th letter down here
