Hittin’ Curves Grits

(Dippin' in the ride, swervin' in the ride)
(Dippin' in the ride, swervin' in the ride)
Hittin' curves, shorty, baby, ooh ooh
Hittin' curves, shorty, baby, ooh ooh
(Dippin' in the ride, swervin' in the ride)
(Dippin' in the ride, swervin' in the ride)
Hittin' curves

Deadlocked in the zone, we prone to dip into the unknown
Quick to flip if one trip, forced to break bones
First we break bread, then break heads
Look at all the people runnin' in fear, scared
Unwillin' to hear what's said, hide under the shed
We lyin' in the filth, grown men layin' in our own beds

Pull ourselves up by the bootstraps
Hit them curves, dodge the trap, don't move at a slow pace
Hand us a mic, we move the whole place
This for each and every hood
Eighteenth Ave, Wedge wood, South side, clean cutz
Tell me who on it, tell me what you know that's good

Baller blockin' ain't an option, that ain't the purpose of my concoction
Releasin' toxins in the abyss, boxin' you in so you don't miss
Me gettin' you rockin', Nashville
Proud I'm in it, been a minute
Gettin' our due, me and my crew
Rep our city, how bout you?