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[hook]
now we some dirty south ass n+ggas
so i like my collard greens and my yams when i’m pimpin
get ya soul food, wash ya hands in the kitchen
everything copathethic, we just hang in the distance
when i get rich on my own g
don’t come say you my homie
ain’t no masters they owning
i own my masters, i own me

[bridge]
text me cuz i’m bout to board a flight out+da+dada
what i gotta lie for? that sh+t i ain’t got time for
text me cuz i’m bout to board a flight out+da+dada
what i gotta lie for? that sh+t i ain’t got time for

[verse 1]
country and i’m chilling in the middle of the winter like uh
i’ma touch a million by december like uh
been up on the mic if you remember like uh
better get familiar when you hear me like uh
my style’s a style you can’t keep up with
so better get ya self together ‘fo you keep up wit
a young playa from the a that done picked up wind
for everything they said i can’t, i done been done did
and every door that i kicked in
the industry they tried to hold me back cuz i’m different
and figured revolution wasn’t sh+t they was kickin
but i can’t let no system hold me back from my mission, i’m gifted
and and and, don’t try to slow up on that pimpin
n+ggas still on missions, we living
country n+ggas chillin, posted up at spots where n+ggas living, wondering what the deal is

[hook]
cuz we some dirty south ass n+ggas
so i like my collard greens and my yams when i’m pimpin
get ya soul food, wash ya hands in the kitchen
everything copathethic, we just hang in the distance
when i get rich on my own g
don’t come say you my homie
ain’t no masters they owning
i own my masters, i own me

[bridge]
text me cuz i’m bout to board a flight out+da+dada
what i gotta lie for? that sh+t i ain’t got time for
text me cuz i’m bout to board a flight out+da+dada
what i gotta lie for? that sh+t i ain’t got time for

[verse 2]
s+o+u+l f+o+o+d
that’s what i got on my platter
i’m cooking nun but the best of the best
we right in atlanta, come bring ya cameras
this the cookout, let’s bring the cooks out and all the chatter
and uh cali calling my name for a week
gotta be in a whole new city just to breathe
cuz the streets, they tryna take my time from the rhyming
the type of cat that i am, i’d rather be flying and soaring
thanking my creator for waking me up in the morning
pray that you continue to watch over me and warn me
that’s my umbrella so i’m outside when it’s storming
and it’s time for freedom so let’s build a people’s army
i’m down for my people, i know freedom is the key
if it’s me, you know me, i keep it g
always shouting f+ck the police
and if you scared to bust back, you can’t ride with me
cuz we country n+ggas chillin in the middle of the…
ima touch a milli by december n+gga…
been up on the mic if you remember like…
better get familiar when you hear me like…



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