You lost yo spot when you went pop
Cd flopped you ain't hot
The game been good to me hol up hol up bitch)
You lost your cars and yo house
Now you sleep on yo mama's couch
But the game been good to me
Uhh first album went platinum now you can't go gold
Made ya deal with the devil but you sold yo soul
You rent a lotta cars rent a mansion and them hoes
You say you sold your phantom b***h they took yo rolls
Get disrespected everywhere you go
Big bodyguards when you come for the shows
They already know you got shit on your name
n***a you a p***y they going take yo chain
Take yo piece rings and watch
You play rich boy you need to stop
I ain't dissing nobody no particular name
Ya shoe fit n***a get the f**k up out the game lil b***h
You lost yo spot when you went pop
Cd flopped you ain't hot
The game been good to me hol up hol up bitch)
You lost your cars and yo house
Now you sleep on yo mama's couch
The game been good to me p***y nigguh)
I'm a down south mc I'm cold on the mic
I say it how I feel and I do it how I like
I write what I see what I do and what I know
And keep it one hundred off top from the do
Now whether at a show in the booth or on the street
No matter where I go and no matter who I meet
Everybody tryna tell me how they feel 'bout the south
On the cool them haters need to shut they f**king mouth
'Cause we grip grain n***a we pop trunk
We to straps and we ready for the funk
Some niggaz two step some niggaz dance
Some niggaz just ball wit a bottle in they hands
Sell a couple ringtones niggaz that's bread
You hating on paper get that f**k up out yo head
Worrying 'bout my cheese getcha own stack
It's going down in the south you don't like it
Click clack motherf**ker
You lost yo spot when you went pop cd flopped you ain't hot
The game been good to me hol up hol up bitch)
You lost your cars and yo house
Now you sleep on yo mama's couch
The game been good to me p***y nigguh)
You got caught with that work on ten
Made a deal with the state to turn your foul partner in
But he took fiveteen befo you could tell
He ain't witchu no mo hoe you got twenty in a cell
I sent you a lawyer you ain't listened that time
Ain't no appeal but they dropped it to five
Who you had to f**k to give back that time
Texting me from a cell phone b***h yo lost yo f**king mind
How dare you tryna get me on conspiracy jack
If the feds hit me I'ma hit yo ass back
You fight witcho tongue I send em killa
Transcript writer I'll kill you nigguh
You lost yo spot when you went pop
Cd flopped you ain't hot
The game been good to me hol up hol up bitch)
You lost your cars and yo house
Now you sleep on yo mama's couch
