Lyrics:
It's hard to understand
I'm gon' try to explain what it means
To be a southern man
It's an Alabama hard dirt back road
Georgia farmland heart and soul
some young proud niggas with a lotta ego
Got me thinkin' bout the right stuff, they ain't like us now its fuck me
Alabama she don't ride trucks but she
daddy when I cum
I survived them Alabama winters
Although its not place for an anemic nigga.
Thats why I'm in Cali nigga
I traveled the world now I'm
if you see my ghost on Broadway
Tell him that I'm doin' fine
I only wish that it was him instead of me
Measurin' my days by 9 to 5
Alabama, I never
niggas talkin' about stick talk
When they tryna lit up on tic tok
We the best in the league Alabama
Tryna find a way from Sac to Atlanta
I put a grapevine
Who’s house?
It’s electrical banana
Cat and mouse outside with the sledge hammers
I got 3 phones and sweet home Alabama’s
In Atlanta
Southern twang
Jazz SpaceMan! New profession adapted
while mapping out a quest, my direction was crafted
By the main upstairs, give me space to land-Lord
become
Or how we got this far apart
But all I know is that
I wanna go back to that little room
Inside that little Alabama house
You may be living by
Free Spider
Ever since that day I'm like I gotta move better
I got to
Two thousand and fourteen that's when I moooved to Alabama
Slidding gang
Selling
"Keep Her"
Song by Murphy's Ford
Song writers: Brandon Matthews (Murphy's Ford publishing BMI) & Ryan Tomlinson BMI
When she got home from
dine
Started music, lost my homies, took that as a sign
Told me I'm just sum white kid from a town in Alabama
(Alabama)
Hopped up in a studio and I
Alabama at
That's what niggas get for trying to battle rap
Head shot, should be one and down
No drive-by, but we running guns
A nigga walk up to you,
hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
Yeah
Ay (CMG), this mixtape here
It's strictly for the fans
(Yogottimusic.com), trust me
I want my album to drop more than you
Call
to Alabama
Chi-Town, where we don't fight over coasts
Cause the one that's in the middle is the one that see the most
No time for that (word) we
The suicide doors would go up for ya
Take a bullet by my side for ya
Like the saviour took the dagger by his side for me,
I would die for you, like he died for
Becky was a beauty from south Alabama
Her Daddy had a heart like a nine pound hammer
Think he even did a little time in the slammer
What was I
STARS FELL ON ALABAMA |NEAR THE ROCKY SHOALS|IN A CASKET FACTORY|WHERE THEY FOUND THE SOUL||SEE THAT SKINNY BOY THERE|DRINKING HIM A COKE|DIDN'T WE
forever
We were forged by some holy fire
Far away eyes
Filled with sadness and joy
Contradiction, benediction, Alabama boy
There's a raft on the river
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
then ran through the alley must have been a coward
No more hit 'em up like in the old days
homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs
that's why I roll by
after you
Listen what I'm saying to you Run
Run Devil Run
By a swamp in Alabama in the cold in the damp
Sitting reading by the light of a kerosene
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
My brothers said that I was rotten to the core
I was the youngest child, so I got by with more
I guess she was tired by the time I came along,
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