Текст песни Down South - Southside Popi

Call me killer bee cause I be curving honey
Vegas M.O.B. I get that herb and money
P.I.M.P. My bitches working for me
Me, I MC and get to burning dummy
Blowing big blunts is a daily occasion
Like a frat initiation, I stay with the hazing
Dispensaries got so many flavors for tasting
Like the team in Portland I'm known for the blazing
Hitting Mary Jane before I'm hitting the staging
Adrenaline building body feeling the raging
Like a tiger in a cage, I'm plotting escaping
Go wild when I perform my shit is amazing
Dope for days n get the standing ovation
Not just the states in
Whole planet I'm lacing
I'm from the basement, pump up the bass in
Try to steal my weed
I'll stomp your face in
Complications in the life of a rhymer
Puffing on my doobie spliff like a young Obama
Thinking why is life filled with so much drama
Everybody needs to chill and just blow some Schama
R-E-I-G-N or Ryan
My party live heating like cayenne
Ya can't have achievement without trying
Man, who do you think you are? I am!!!

Who do you think you are, I am
Who do you think you are
Who do you think you are, I am
I really don't even give a damn
No, Who do you think you are? (Think you are to me)
Who do you think you are I am
Who do you think you are? (Think you are to me)
I really don't even give a damn

Stepping on the curb like
Squinting up that sun like I would rather use the herb light
This must sound absurd right
But it was love at first sight of the cheeba since my birthnight
Smoke dog baby, remember that shit, been smoking since day 1
The flower is steak and the crumble is A-1
Puffing all night, still blazing when the day come
The Trump family, they scum
I know that's random but I'm really feeling it
Motherfuck the President, that crackers devil sent
Look at everything he did, what more evidence
Is needed, I plot for solutions while weeded
I'm heated, mistakes forgotten are repeated
So I'm a delete it, proceeded to correct the wrongs
Most rappers are liers just check the songs
A bunch of feminine dudes, just check the thongs
Salute original but I don't respect the clones
R-E-I-G-N or Ryan
My party live heating like cayenne
Ya can't have achievement without trying
Man, who do you think you are? I am!!!

Who the hell do you think you are
Stepping in the quicksand now you sinking far
A hole in the desert smelling like a stink cigar
I'm a Benz and at best you a Lincoln par
I don't give a damn who you thank you is
I'm whipping any and all ass, about to spank the biz
Like a Gattling gun I'm about to crank the hits
And no pussy loose lips bout to sank the ships
Bank the chips, with the dips, equip the clips, stay ready to ride
Your story could've been "he just didn't get on the mic, and lost a little bit of pride" instead of "he died"
Slay'd by your majesty the most high
Ya grade was a travesty, below five
I sprayed bullets savagely, laid many tragically, made many casualty that's no lie
I don't give a Kendrick's 4th LP
What u you bitch ass niggas say or think bout me
But ya better careful when yo mouth speak
Cause I'm a Vegas nigga, I'm about that heat
R-E-I-G-N or Ryan
My party live heating like cayenne
Ya can't have achievement without trying
Man, who do you think you are? I am!!!