Here′s some weed to roll

What ya need to know

I'ma speak my soul on every beat I flowGive you the shirt off my back in the freezing cold

I′m talking three below, the rain sleet and snow

Let me tell y'all bout the good ol' days

Walked to school uphill both ways

Somethin′ that I learned at a real young age

How to work them scales and to deal cocaine

Money, money, money, money, money, had to get it

This for every Southern motherfucker in the trenches

This for everyone of us tryin′ to

Make a livin', came from the bottom. baby

You know I′m wit it, now you see it in my eyes how the fat man feel it

Ridin' round lit with a bad bitch with me and struggle got next

Ask Catfish Billy, we goin′ stand for the city like the Batman building

Me and Alexander King had a conversation

'Bout how these bitches need a confrontation

Better not try us, not for playing

Right there in the cut, got the monsters waiting

Ha!

Until then

Roll up that smoke and pour yourself a drink

′Cause around here, ya can do anything

What's mine is yours, man, it's our family

That′s just my Southern hospitality

Came from the bottom, seen alot of things

So being cool sometimes is challenging

You disrespect me bitch, I guarantee

That I will lose my Southern hospitality

You see, I can be a Care Bear or I can be a grizzly

What you get from me is up to you

Good guy with a good heart from the West Side, not the good part

Got a bad side I don′t let out

Unless I'm in a corner, need to get out

Never sit out I played the game

′Til the last second when the buzzer rang

I was left for dead on the battlefield

When I called for help, all the buzzards came

Stayed loyal when others ain't

Kept the real disposed of fake

Lost money got more to make

Lost friends, no more to make

All my brothers stayed, that′s all that matter

We talk big no small chatter

My bitch ridin', my kids savage

My pockets fat, my wife′s ass fatter

You big mad, you gon' get madder

Climbin' fast on that big ladder

Ask for, it you gonna get answered wit a sharp stab of my last laugh

Roll up that smoke and pour yourself a drink

′Cause around here you can do anything

What′s mine is yours, man, its our family

That's just my Southern hospitality

Came from the bottom, seen alot of things

So being cool sometimes is challenging

You disrespect me bitch, I guarantee

That I will lose my Southern hospitality

All these rappers sound the same

Buncha gangster shit in their convo

See ′em out, they don't say shit

Whole goddamn different song though

Not a peep, not a mumble

Take me to your head honcho

Hoe, hurry up, make it pronto ′fore my lil homies pop the trunk, oh

Roll up on 'em ′til somebody throw up

Give a fuck what anybody thinks

We celebrating coming up from nothing

Either feel the shit or you can't

You either with the shit or you ain't

I′m even pourin′ haters up drinks

But the disrespect will not be

Tolerated better, watch the fuck what you sayin'

My jackets long, and my record′s dirty

Ain't nothing about me on safety

Got a short fuse, I′m full throttle

And I bleed danger got no patience

It's all good ′til it ain't good

It's how the East Side raised ′em

If I call you family, I′d die for you

And I've showed it on many occasions

Roll up that smoke and pour yourself a drink

′Cause around here you can do anything

What's mine is yours, man, it′s our family

That's just my Southern hospitality

Came from the bottom, seen a lot of things

So being cool sometimes is challenging

You disrespect me bitch, I guarantee

That I will lose my Southern hospitality