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From the South
Trae Tha Truth, Z-RO, Jay'ton, Boss
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From the South, I got diamonds in my mouth
From the South, I got diamonds in my mouth
From the South, I got diamonds in my mouth
From the South, I got diamonds in my mouth
Hold up a minute, I'm the king of the ghetto
Holding the rap game like wood grain, can't let go
You niggas'll never see me, I'm on another level
They ready to dig a grave, keep a gun and a shovel
And pour brick acid, to it if the evidence
Saw me in the rearview, now you wonder where I went
I'mma get you if I owe you, visit your residence
Laid the murk game down, and then I'mma hit the fence
Better keep my mouth closed, so they can't see the shining
Think it was Z-Ro, cause all we seen was diamonds
I'm cold as a deep freeze, with bags of ice in it
My three fifty-seven pretty, but ain't nothing nice in it
Too many riches, and not enough rubbers
Got so many of my real niggas, under the gutter
Watch a nigga full of life, life close like shutters
Got damn, staying healthy is hard as a motherfucker
From the South, I got diamonds in my mouth
From the South, I got diamonds in my mouth
From the South, I got diamonds in my mouth
From the South, I got diamonds in my mouth
Fresh off the block G, know my name
Suicide hood and fo' do', swinging the frame
Cocked up or sideways, when I'm flipping the lane
Showing Asshole By Nature, so they know what I claim
Ain't no doubt, these diamonds inside of my mouth the best shown
Well known reputation, fin to show that I'm well blown
H-Town to Vegas, niggas know that I hail chrome
The feds say I'm balling, so they taping my cell phone
And I ain't mad, plus I got the hood at my back
Down to go to war, with anybody playing with my stacks
Hit the stash, while I slap sideways in my Lac
Looking like a superstar, Mike D and Fat Pat
Baby hit 'em with the ghetto, let 'em know that I'm real
And know that I'm still, like UGK keeping it trill
And look at the grill, I promise I'll be giving you chills
Like I was screwing 90 M, I leave you touching the wheels
Hold up up, I'll show you how we repping the South
I talk G, G's creep J's stepping the South
And any hater running up, finna get left in the South
And keep a trunk full of bang, to get you deaf in the South
And I be fucking with J-Prince, and even with Stay-Down
My kinfolk war, we gon' come for the takedown
And show 'em how it go, ain't no more touching the Greyhound
We shine for the South, get ready to lay down
From the South, I got diamonds in my mouth
From the South, I got diamonds in my mouth
From the South, I got diamonds in my mouth
From the South, I got diamonds in my mouth
I'm from the H, where niggas on the block all day
Where we grip the wood, and flip O's all day
With the king of the gutter, you know we loc all day
From the Trae to the North, on back to West A
It ain't a doubt I'm young, but I'mma ball for mine
22'S on the Lex, sitting tall for mine
VS1's in my grill, when I call the line
And if a jacker running up, he gon' be falling down
We gon' do it for the Pat, and we gon' do it for the Screw
Thug got it red, but I'm still riding blue
Bring it to the South, and I'mma show you what it do
Trunk up top down, when I come through
Stroll out to the bank, feeling like Pimp got diamonds on the grain
If it ain't a slab, bet it get up out the lane
Diamonds on my grill, got the hood off the chain
Don't worry 'bout a thang, I'm from the South
Where the riders, and the rollers see at
CC's in my grill, I pay a thousand just to see that
The penitentiary, is where they never hold me at
Haters be talking down, but they never hold me back
From a small gram, to a whole zone
If a nigga talk down, I'mma break his nose bone
Cop a new set of 83's, and get my poke on
Get a new sack, roll a bag and get my smoke on
Fuck a law, since a nigga don't know who it is
It's Boss with a mill in my mouth, handling my biz
Every diamond in my mouth, I handle like they my kids
Drank all of my diamonds, when I pop another lid
I take 'em to Johnny, to get a check up
Fall off in the hood again, just to pick my check up
Aviator Hoover Gang, bitch so respect us
Ears in my neck, infested with diamonds and Texas
From the South, I got diamonds in my mouth
From the South, I got diamonds in my mouth
From the South, I got diamonds in my mouth
From the South, I got diamonds in my mouth
Bluck-a, bluck-a, bluck-a, that's how my gun go
If I'm looking aggitated, bitch you better run ho
I use to do the baguettes, but now VS1's though
Fresh as cut, straight up and down Johnny done those
I got loud ice, just like Paul Wall
Shining down South, brighter than all y'all
When it's time to get your jewelry done, who do y'all call?
Cause you fellas, ain't shining at all
Check me out on the 1st and 15th, I'm something like a pimp
Even with a suspended license, still fin to flip
Ain't no limit to this cash, ain't nothing I can't get
Five Deuce Hoover cuz, ain't nothing like a Crip
Ride with a revolve, I don't fuck with clips
These roach ass niggas, trying to make me bust my chips
But I'm not a bank, I don't even trust my bitch
I'm from the South, and I got diamonds in my mouth
From the South, I got diamonds in my mouth
From the South, I got diamonds in my mouth
From the South, I got diamonds in my mouth
From the South, I got diamonds in my mouth