[Hook] So you think you my friend But I aint gon pretend If ya think ya gon win Youll Be gone with the wind [Verse 1] Big Teach back This time Im reppin the South If you fail enough to diss it Then well clean out yo mouth Ima talk these books Haters think Im a nerd Still Im dropping sick hooks Touching Sky like Freebird Analyzing Flan Cuz good stories hard to find Gossiping Grams And choppers on the line Misfit Misfortune Jesus rose from the grave But since we aint seen it Aint no choice but to cave To the devil within Aint no pleasure in Sin No time for rest 3 bullets to her chest Easy Jeezy I feel a little Weezy From Blowing Money Fast Make one feel Meechy Time to rep the Cross Headin straight to the pews Just like Big Ross If I end up on the news Heres my confession End my possession Class is in session So drop ya Smith Wesson [Hook] [Verse 2] Im spitting verses Like they was curses When I drop My rhymes Yall all gon need nurses For a broken body And an insane mind Dial the circus up fool Im calling freaks of all kinds One eyed monster Burning crosses At the Altar Heard Jesus saves But His people Had slaves Plantation Damnation Emancipation Proclamation War was ripping up my life And tearing Through our nation They lit up my house And spilt my ashes Just down home boys Aint Hitler Aint Fascist ? Walk the line with Big Teach Cuz thats Where the cash is I rose from hell With my teeth Still gnashin Where I come from Its cornbread And Chicken Rhymes So tasty Call my record Finger Lickin Tell me Why you trippin Cuz This my Fam And Aint gonna front Bout who I am So Keep yo Brooklyn Long Beach LA San Fran Im a GA thugga And I dont give a damn Country Roads is Where I stand So Go head And cross me Youll end Up in the Land Hook
cross, gnashin, freebird, meechy, flan