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When it comes to that 97 south, it′s some things you need to understand

The winter time grimey, but I guarantee them summers jamA nigga want step, he get pop, like ya mother man

The hard a homerun, but that soft toss under hand

400 years ago we docked here from the mother land

400 years later we rock here to get our mother land

And you aint really up til you down, and then you up again

Cuz real hustlers lose it and get it back, cant tell me nothin then

Its somethin in the bay, the water hit different

What can I say its somethin in the yay the snorters sniff different

Shooters tech, like a Uberx shit Lyft different

Fact is I'm a boss you get bossed, big difference

Im a onion block representer nigga gardens taught me

Like Brees in the Nola couldn′t wait get them chargers off me

To be honest, for the bucks, shorty tough imma call Milwaulkee

Wally used to have the trap rockin off the walkie talkie's

7 and half square miles and like 8 hoods

You would think in such close proximity shit stayed good

At its best? yes, but at its worst shit aint good

Hustle hard til that Miami plug failed like Ace Hood

But I always put on for my city my face good

Sunday Dinner at big mama house my plate good

Im from a state where niggas do bad to make good

You can debate who all your favorites are but where im from, my place good

Im from Annapolis, youngin's off the porch at an early age

The streets only gon get you a cell or an early grave

If you lucky you′ll make it out before you make them pearly gates

And never caught slippin, pimpin special like a .38

The hoes that used to front on you get friendly when your paper up

Fingertips got PCP residue and paper cuts

You can tell the dope good by how the plug tape it up

Powder over the counter sack, mac, couldn′t make it up

Im major league call me Willie Mays

Real shit

If a opp approach me he an Atlanta fan really brave

Cuz if I got to, I'll box you like a philly fade

The 40 cal will leave a nigga gray I′m talkin 50 shades

That molly still gettin the city paid

Now everybody got some cyrus to their name like Billy Ray's

Nigga this 16 zip like I movin p′s

20 nigga yea I started with nothin would you believe

Don't make me come through your door without using keys

Catch you on the shitter and wet you up like you Scuba Steve

Aint nothing new we been sliding in ya UV′s

.38 Slugs but shit is soundin like .223's

Who doper than I? They LOL back but all jokes to the side

I let it go if he don't let it go he can soak in his pride

Your own man′ll do you for that paper I won′t be surprised

Welcome to Annapolis you can run but it's nowhere to hide

Go ask about me in my city and I bet they know me

Feins all over the cheese like a pepperoni

And for these lil pink tens they get extra hungry

30 rack will a bad bitch start checkin on me

Home of the crabs, slingin stones out the bag

Somethin happen they be pullin out their phones very fast

All that tough guy talk will get you thrown on the slab

Bad to the bone, this′ll do your bones very bad

Im from Annapolis

Im from Annapolis, youngin's off the porch at an early age

The streets only gon get you a cell or an early grave

If you lucky you′ll make it out before you make them pearly gates

And never caught slippin, pimpin special like a .38

The hoes that used to front on you get friendly when your paper up

Fingertips got PCP residue and paper cuts

You can tell the dope good by how the plug tape it up

Powder over the counter sack, mac, couldn't make it up

Im from the A double N A P O L I

In the essence Im a wonderful reference of those guys

It′s a blessin yea I still got connections on both sides

Been relentless since I jumped in them tranches in 05

Within a 5 block radius

You can find a wild child go macadamian

In and out loud crowds

Bens drive the youngins now

Marks ct. the stompin ground

Hottest in the city so I gotta hold the jungle down

Used to be a rush now Im stuck in the stampede

Been lightening quick with immaculate hand speed

Early morning tease got em up like caffeine

Hood aint nuffin but a block full of bad dreams

Crackhead darby try sell me his flat screen

And for another jab he said he throw in his class ring

Its crazy in the game when the smack got a bad read

Stuck up in a drought couple mouths you can't feed

Grand scheme is to get the cream then its adios

Friends turn to enemies it always be somebody close

Get the bread hide the loaf

Think ahead, go for broke

Multiple positions when you pitchin you should try it both

Something in the water paranoia when you drive the boat

Cook it til the oil let it boil n its rock and roll

Take you on tutorial the moral is to shop and go

Prices is affordable the corner know I'm born to blow