Lyrics Hartsfield Jackson - Sofay

I'm from da real souf side where da planes fly by
They say don't question God I'm still asking why?
These niggas try and slime you out in ya face
Like you Ray Charles
I done sold a whole lot of crack on boulevard
I don't need no nigga to vouch for me
Cuz I'm speaking facts
I done hit a whole lot of pot holes chasing these racks
Stay with da money and weed, like we best friends
It's still m.o.b till da world end

They say don't question God, I'm still asking why
These niggas know I'm fly, just like a bird in the sky
Been through so much bullshit
Damn near made my moma cry
It broke my heart the day I heard my brothers died
Real south side baby actually I'm a park baby
Every day me and lil' going crazy
I got da crack I got da dope, like I'm from the 80's
But I'm a 90's baby know I be driving em crazy
(Okay let's go)
These niggas in da field why these niggas playing for real?
My niggas dead and gone you don't know how it feel
These niggas lame ass hell beat em up like Holyfield
I'm just telling you what it is for real

I'm from da real souf side where da planes fly by
They say don't question God I'm still asking why?
These niggas try and slime you out in ya face
Like you Ray Charles
I done sold a whole lot of crack on boulevard
I don't need no nigga to vouch for me
Cuz I'm speaking facts
I done hit a whole lot of pot holes chasing these racks
Stay with da money and weed, like we best friends
It's still m.o.b till da world end

I was broke now racks on me, it's still m.o.b
I stay with the currency, fly like a bumblebee
Don't really mean to tell my business
But a young nigga really keep da racks on me
U know da drip ain't cheap, u da style ain't free
Rest In Peace JaJa and Mooney man I miss my brothers
Got em tatted on me
These fuck niggas ratted on me I still kept it G
Remember kicking doors in da apartments
Gotta thank the big God that we ain't die
I'm still asking God why? that's why I stay high
As the sky (ya ya)
Put my Blood,Sweat, and tears and my pain in this
I really came up out the dirt ain't just claiming this
Built this shit from ground up, gotta put my name on this
Every day I'm staying out da mix

I'm from da real souf side where da planes fly by
They say don't question God I'm still asking why?
These niggas try and slime you out in ya face
Like you Ray Charles
I done sold a whole lot of crack on boulevard
I don't need no nigga to vouch for me
Cuz I'm speaking facts
I done hit a whole lot of pot holes chasing these racks
Stay with da money and weed, like we best friends
It's still m.o.b till da world end