Southsyde By the Grace of God

I need my sense baby

Sense baby

Put that on my rent

I need my sense baby

Sense baby

Put that on my kin

I need my sense baby

Sense baby

Put that on my rent

I need my sense baby

Sense baby

Tell me what I did

Sense baby 

Feeling crazy 

I’ve been way too crunk lately 

Off my rocker 

Locked in locker

My mind bullies when I ain’t talkin 

Then I’m moon walkin I’m back sliding 

Jesus help me I’m done lying 

This sinner ain’t wanna sin again 

But lately sin and me feel like a synonym

Georgia nights never seem to end 

Lusting ain’t what it seem to been 

Tried the fly way 

Got the highway 

Lost my self 

Then I Talked to Yahweh 

Drown my sorrow petty in vices 

Western wisdom gave me a license 

But why I trust those who live for violence

Flooding drugs into crowd of silence 

Glad I’m peachy ain’t no facade

Raised by righteous like what so odd

Like We American by luck 

But we SOUTHSYDE by the grace God 

There aint no greed for how i live 

i kept em packing up with my steeles 

and we still actin like we real 

with just a Prayer hand and a will 

i cut my shit talk i’m sorry  

and im sorry bruh 

but they keep me lost 

i can’t know nothing bout no thing 

i keep them crying hands to the lord 

i let my smile dance on the floor 

big body lined up for some more 

tear drop on my eye hoping they cold 

for just a five,love and some hope 

Damn 

tossed 

boy they sent me off 

boy i can’t even breath 

had me lined up in they thoughts

now they acting id leave 

i sent them pass over for pleads 

and still no back checking on me 

took all brags up and then leave 

but i’m so glad we up in them seats

I need my sense baby

Sense baby

Put that on my rent

I need my sense baby

Sense baby

Put that on my kin

I need my sense baby

Sense baby

Put that on my rent

I need my sense baby

Sense baby

Tell me what I did

Been 

Seein all of these 

Cold shoulders 

I Swear I couldn’t  

Just Speak on my wits 

I was Runnin low , and I thought ' it’s over '

But my father told me

he ain’t raise no bitch 

On the SOUTHSYDE we been Comin up 

In the whip real loud , it was brody’s truck 

We was CALI bound just cuttin up 

Gave em southern mud

so you know they stuck 

Muddy boots we gon stomp em out 

Five - Three real deep baby ain’t no doubt 

Gold teeth in the mouth 

Y’all see what it’s about 

Dirty up my jeans 

Cause  I’m from the south

Uh 

I Swear I’m filled with doubt 

My Head filled n im gonna drown 

But

Losin my pops 

Done taught me 

There Aint a thing that’ll tear me down