Mack Maine

Mack Maine - Storm of the South lyrics

rate me

feat Trae tha Truth

I’m coming down, I’m coming down

You hearin, I’m coming down

I’m coming down, I’m coming down

You hearin, I’m coming down

Who the fuck say the south ain’t got no lyricist bitch

I’m first on your ass, you can tell by the way that I play with this verse

Can show you bitches who trash, them so lame mean

I never be list than this

Nigga I been paying dues, I’ve been in these streets

But I regrouped, picked up my pen and pad

Cause that work bring too much shit

I gave up a running ghetto where they blew up bread

More liquor take off half your head

On thirda day, fuckin with cheese on the pocket

I know it’s real cause they ass is dead

That’s why they built the treads

The truth I fuck her the block like I fuck her the booth I seek with it

Take a walk outside and you can get a good look

Half of the crew cadillac

Nigga ass so don’t know how to act

Talk to the booth to the beam of the back

Tryina watch out for these haters, it’s never good

But they guessin the stakes

These kids don’t know bout nothing

I’m 25 and dem the auntie

And I learned how to keep my mouth closed

Roots motherfucker never know me

So me, if you really wanna be about it

Fuck up and your people gonn read a body

This shit I’m all for real,

90% of these niggas they bout it

Really I doubt it, so motherfucker know my name

Just know ...leave a stain

This still young maine for president

I’d still repaint the white house black

If it was my residence

I remember back

When I couldn’t even count bars

Now I’m looking in the garage, I’m counting cars

Switching whips, got these niggas with the screw faces

I travel everyday, I’m waking up in new places

I’m tellin niggas on top, pass the patron

Got brasilian bitches loving me in boca reton

See I’m a real nigga, I still keep a tommy on my side nigga

Yeah, I’ve been a g since my younger days

Kept a cold heart, in the midst of the summer days

Now listen, you’ll prolly catch me with weezy

Dizzy, a hot spitter

You fucking with us should end up in a hospital

And I see you, see I see you

Real recognize real and I don’t see you.

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