[Intro: Leon Bridges]
This goes out to every Southside around the world
[Verse 1: Mez]
We did Virginia to visit my cousins when I was like just a lil' table gangster
Big cuz put me onto this new rapper, he had a song, man, I think the word was wanksta
Guess I was one 'cause I ain't never pop nothin'
I ain't never trade words with opps nothin'
I ain't never had to dodge the cops nothin'
Shot 'em nine times, I ain't been shot nothin'
Mm, I'm cool with wanksta
Back to the sixth-grade shit I was on
Had my mama old cell phone, frontin' like it's on
Me and lil' cuz like to wrestle a lot
She a girl though, so I know the chest wasn't the spot
But I play a lil' too rough when I'm hot
But she always know the shit to say that'll get me that way, so l end up imitatin' The Rock
Let a smack down on her candy a— I can't curse
End up accidentally throwin' her head first
She cryin', I'm like, "Chill, chill, chill, chill, please, chill, chill, chill"
While all the white folks kept a picture of Lassie
Niggas kept a picture of Haile Selassie
And good weed, only need one hit like Cassie
My niggas so white and the feds phone tap me
They say we all thugs, they be tryna slatt, slatt me
If you wanna make a bet that you think things could be better real soon, you gon' have to Cash App me
I think
This goes out to every Southside around the world
[Verse 1: Mez]
We did Virginia to visit my cousins when I was like just a lil' table gangster
Big cuz put me onto this new rapper, he had a song, man, I think the word was wanksta
Guess I was one 'cause I ain't never pop nothin'
I ain't never trade words with opps nothin'
I ain't never had to dodge the cops nothin'
Shot 'em nine times, I ain't been shot nothin'
Mm, I'm cool with wanksta
Back to the sixth-grade shit I was on
Had my mama old cell phone, frontin' like it's on
Me and lil' cuz like to wrestle a lot
She a girl though, so I know the chest wasn't the spot
But I play a lil' too rough when I'm hot
But she always know the shit to say that'll get me that way, so l end up imitatin' The Rock
Let a smack down on her candy a— I can't curse
End up accidentally throwin' her head first
She cryin', I'm like, "Chill, chill, chill, chill, please, chill, chill, chill"
While all the white folks kept a picture of Lassie
Niggas kept a picture of Haile Selassie
And good weed, only need one hit like Cassie
My niggas so white and the feds phone tap me
They say we all thugs, they be tryna slatt, slatt me
If you wanna make a bet that you think things could be better real soon, you gon' have to Cash App me
I think
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