Letras
Back then they ain’t get the picture
Now they claiming they fuck with us
Back then they dismissed us
Now they claiming they fuck with us
Back then they ain’t get the picture
Now they claiming they fuck with us
Now they claiming they fuck with us
Now they claiming they fuck with us
Hold up, where you from, who you with, what’s ya name
I don't know you from a can of paint, wait a minute let me think
Light bulb, matter fact, I know you from way back
I seen you over there doing it big, look partner, save that
Back then, broke down, small town, big dreams
Same shirt, same jeans, you don't know what I mean
Cold winters, hot summers, wide awake, no slumber
Cloudy days made thunder, all the pain work wonders
Me and bruh stayed down, trying to ball with a game plan
Shooting shots with no competition, let em know we ain’t playing
Y’all n****s got money, but don’t even know what to do with it
Tricking off on these hoes with clothes shoes and food with it
I remember way back, they aint care what that south said
Andre 'nem got something to say, but they ain’t care what his mouth said
Three six made you wanna hit 'em
UGK we blowing swishers
Troy the pastor preached all the scriptures
Now they claiming they fuck with us
Back then they ain’t get the picture
Now they claiming they fuck with us
Back then they dismissed us
Now they claiming they fuck with us
Back then they ain’t get the picture
Now they claiming they fuck with us
Now they claiming they fuck with us
Now they claiming they fuck with us
Back then they ain’t get the picture
Now they claiming they fuck with us
Back then they dismissed us
Now they claiming they fuck with us
Back then they ain’t get the picture
Now they claiming they fuck with us
Now they claiming they fuck with us
Now they claiming they fuck with us
Now it’s cool to be southern, first ain’t nobody see us