Letras
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When it comes to that 97 south, it's some things you need to understand
The winter time grimey, but I guarantee them summers jam
A nigga want step, he get pop, like ya mother man
The hard a homerun, but that soft toss under hand
400 years ago we docked here from the mother land
400 years later we rock here to get our mother land
And you aint really up til you down, and then you up again
Cuz real hustlers lose it and get it back, cant tell me nothin then
Its somethin in the bay, the water hit different
What can I say its somethin in the yay the snorters sniff different
Shooters tech, like a Uberx shit Lyft different
Fact is I'm a boss you get bossed, big difference
Im a onion block representer nigga gardens taught me
Like Brees in the Nola couldn't wait get them chargers off me
To be honest, for the bucks, shorty tough imma call Milwaulkee
Wally used to have the trap rockin off the walkie talkie's
7 and half square miles and like 8 hoods
You would think in such close proximity shit stayed good
At its best? yes, but at its worst shit aint good
Hustle hard til that Miami plug failed like Ace Hood
But I always put on for my city my face good
Sunday Dinner at big mama house my plate good
Im from a state where niggas do bad to make good
You can debate who all your favorites are but where im from, my place good
Im from Annapolis, youngin's off the porch at an early age
The streets only gon get you a cell or an early grave
If you lucky you'll make it out before you make them pearly gates
And never caught slippin, pimpin special like a .38
The hoes that used to front on you get friendly when your paper up
Fingertips got PCP residue and paper cuts
You can tell the dope good by how the plug tape it up
Powder over the counter sack, mac, couldn't make it up
Im major league call me Willie Mays
Real shit
If a opp approach me he an Atlanta fan really brave
Cuz if I got to, I'll box you like a philly fade
The 40 cal will leave a nigga gray I'm talkin 50 shades