Текст песни Southern Hospitality - Struggle , Yelawolf , Alexander King

Here's some weed to roll
What ya need to know
I'ma speak my soul on every beat I flow
Give you the shirt off my back in the freezing cold
I'm talking three below, the rain sleet and snow
Let me tell y'all bout the good ol' days
Walked to school uphill both ways

Somethin' that I learned at a real young age
How to work them scales and to deal cocaine
Money, money, money, money, money, had to get it
This for every Southern motherfucker in the trenches
This for everyone of us tryin' to
Make a livin', came from the bottom. baby

You know I'm wit it, now you see it in my eyes how the fat man feel it
Ridin' round lit with a bad bitch with me and struggle got next
Ask Catfish Billy, we goin' stand for the city like the Batman building
Me and Alexander King had a conversation
'Bout how these bitches need a confrontation
Better not try us, not for playing
Right there in the cut, got the monsters waiting
Ha!
Until then

Roll up that smoke and pour yourself a drink
'Cause around here, ya can do anything
What's mine is yours, man, it's our family
That's just my Southern hospitality
Came from the bottom, seen alot of things
So being cool sometimes is challenging
You disrespect me bitch, I guarantee
That I will lose my Southern hospitality

You see, I can be a Care Bear or I can be a grizzly
What you get from me is up to you
Good guy with a good heart from the West Side, not the good part
Got a bad side I don't let out
Unless I'm in a corner, need to get out
Never sit out I played the game
'Til the last second when the buzzer rang
I was left for dead on the battlefield
When I called for help, all the buzzards came

Stayed loyal when others ain't
Kept the real disposed of fake
Lost money got more to make
Lost friends, no more to make
All my brothers stayed, that's all that matter
We talk big no small chatter
My bitch ridin', my kids savage
My pockets fat, my wife's ass fatter
You big mad, you gon' get madder
Climbin' fast on that big ladder
Ask for, it you gonna get answered wit a sharp stab of my last laugh

Roll up that smoke and pour yourself a drink
'Cause around here you can do anything
What's mine is yours, man, its our family
That's just my Southern hospitality
Came from the bottom, seen alot of things
So being cool sometimes is challenging
You disrespect me bitch, I guarantee
That I will lose my Southern hospitality

All these rappers sound the same
Buncha gangster shit in their convo
See 'em out, they don't say shit
Whole goddamn different song though
Not a peep, not a mumble
Take me to your head honcho
Hoe, hurry up, make it pronto 'fore my lil homies pop the trunk, oh
Roll up on 'em 'til somebody throw up
Give a fuck what anybody thinks
We celebrating coming up from nothing
Either feel the shit or you can't
You either with the shit or you ain't
I'm even pourin' haters up drinks
But the disrespect will not be
Tolerated better, watch the fuck what you sayin'

My jackets long, and my record's dirty
Ain't nothing about me on safety
Got a short fuse, I'm full throttle
And I bleed danger got no patience
It's all good 'til it ain't good
It's how the East Side raised 'em
If I call you family, I'd die for you
And I've showed it on many occasions

Roll up that smoke and pour yourself a drink
'Cause around here you can do anything
What's mine is yours, man, it's our family
That's just my Southern hospitality
Came from the bottom, seen a lot of things
So being cool sometimes is challenging
You disrespect me bitch, I guarantee
That I will lose my Southern hospitality