Baptized In Collard Greens

Yeah, uh

I’m from the M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I

Long as we do not divide, lame **** gone get denied

Get the fye

We ‘bout to buck down on yo kin

Knockin doors—fuck it, kick in

Fuck **** you is not my friend

I pulled my pants up, then I did my dance on these ho’s

Said the devil cannot get me

I’m too clean in these bauds, I suppose

You wanted to see a **** lose, but I refuse

I been cool since David had 22’s on that lac

Bitch I brought it back

Cadillac Leather in July

Burn up yo back (Burn up yo back?)

Burn up yo back

You know that shit colder than a muhfucka

I’m a southern soldier

I told ya, but first—

Let me tell you what got me up outta that shit

Got me outta that shit

Let me tell you what got me up outta that shit

Got me outta that shit

Let me tell you bout a time I was tryna get rich, now the whole team lit

Let me tell you lil **** (Let me tell you man)

Let me tell you lil ****

They pull up, hollin bout “Dear Silas,”

“How you get away wit all that pimpin?”

I say “baby girl, you know southern **** different”

I’m tippin’

Any time I talk you know they listen

After I was born, had my baby window tinted

In fact, my daddy copped a lac

When I was only 5 years old in the jack, bring it back

I say “stunting is a habit”

Told em “get like me”

I been fucking shit up since I wore a tore white tee

Let me tell you what got me up outta that shit

Got me outta that shit

Let me tell you what got me up outta that shit

Got me outta that shit

Let me tell you bout a time I was tryna get rich, now the whole team lit

I say “stunting is a habit”

Told em “get like me”

I been fucking shit up since I wore a tore white tee

Wanna ball like me, but they fall like these

I showed up so clean, they wanna all fight me

But they can’t, ‘cause I got that rank

God got my back, you fuck with me? He crank that yank

I said, “Now ain’t no **** gon’ stop me from shinin”

Got to do it all in God’s timing

Hate to keep reminding, I can’t do it if it ain’t alignin’

No bother that the money ain’t chiming

I said, “Now ain’t no **** gon’ stop me from shinin”

Got to do it all in God’s timing

Hate to keep reminding, I can’t do it if it ain’t alignin’

No bother that the money ain’t chiming

Let me tell you what got me up outta that shit

Yeah, let me tell you what got me up outta—

(This shit so motherfuckin’ jammin’ ****, yeah!)

I said, “I pull up in that motherfuckin ‘goddamn’”

Peanut butter on that, ‘gether we the “hot jam”

Remember when I had to tote that horned marching band?

Now I’m marching through Japan, throw me through them bands

I double down on that ho’

Bet my crown on that ho’

Glad you pussy **** cannot pull it down for me, ho’

‘Cause I deserve to splurge whenever I urge to purge but I—

Heard that you cappin’ down, wait a fuckin’ minute

Who you talkin’ to?

Bitch I got your birth certificate, you know I fathered you

Trippin’ ‘cause I’m shining, doing my thing, you mean that bothered you?

Lil bitch, you is barbecue

I’m so sorry that my ascension at life is hard for you

I told you that I cannot concur

That I could only concrete—when I speak

You see truth, good ol’ sheet, from my teeth cuz its gold

I serve it up fresh off of that stove, for my **** from the country

Gotta know I’m on cold in that mode

Yeah, don’t let nobody tell you you can’t do what you want to do in life

You feel me? You feel me? Haha

“This side and north side” this that

This that Anthony Hamilton right after he got baptized in some collard greens as a young baby

This that Fantasia when she had that show and she took her shoes off ‘cause she feel free

And free yourself, ****