SOUTHMAN

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I'm a south man to the bone Never in my life been scared when I'm alone I was raised with (?) respect so I hold, my own Looking for a problem? Don't Everywhere I go it's pure love that I'm shown Forget a metaphor get him gassed by the tone Crabs in a bucket soon turn gun boat In the party got niggas (?) girls getting low Old school bruddas still young I'm not old Cop down everywhere I'm at is how I roll If you can't get me on my line, you ain't bro New school niggas straight acting like hoes My niggas in jail I can't wait til he's home So we can get back to the plan of getting doe Leather jacket fitted cap and it's my own Grand girls hit me up cop the fits cold These moist youtes riding out with their phones Premz says if it's a green light then it's a go Focused on copping homes I'm up like a drone Big Novz certain niggas know me as Kwadwo Never been a trouble maker since I hit the road This the cold I ain't fucking smoke I'll split your nose Heavily invested in my set cos that's the bros Primary school niggas in my set I've seen them grow History reps on it's own Weak half hearts in the ends tryna get swole Get a couple tatts and a two teeth gold Niggas lose their heads fronting like they ever been involved I never been a lick my boy let that be known Approach me on some shit get your ass kicked over From a yout been clued, don't trouble no one Think you know Big Nov, you don't know no one Ice cold, Big Nov's been around the globe My niggas ain't worried bout a thing fam, we just rose Still R.I.P my dead G's and Simone Hurts that they never got the chance to be grown In the hood that's how it goes, wannabe's get shown Caught the boy slipping, he was talking that smoke Served a man, I'll still say what's up to his bros And every time I'm that boy's strip, I drive close Listen up, one rider's better than 50 bros Sideline wiseguys tryna do the most Heard what them boys said, kept my mouth closed Me and Prem got our own plan, that's a case closed But we stay getting paid off the real and the flows We got the hardest beats that you ever heard, get to know My mum's stays prada, never follows no brudda Got to show them how it's done and get that doe
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