OFF IN THE SOUTH DEVILISH TRIO

BAKER

These stories written are of luck
A real mecoy that southern boy
Is back and on attack I’m here to kick some dust up on they joy
Never ever take some lip I can not stand a mouthy fool
You Show that pride upon your chest and I’m the one to check the truth
No love you get from me
This hate gets my blood pumpin
Adrenaline starts to rushin
I’m thriving off this consumption
No second chances are given
When you living check to check
The choices that are presented
Can lead to a big regret
Big time baller tryin to splurge
Press they face to the curb
Kiss the cold concrete all that flexing for the birds
No impressing me sucka you can save it for another
Learned my lesson long ago that money doesn’t make you something
Think you big bad shit till some one puts your place
Maybe now you will remember and think twice of what you say
Count your blessings cause they running out and fate is on the way
All that talkings catching up and I don’t sense that you can brave

HYDRA