[Intro]
I know I'm back, in the south
Heard that smack, word of mouth
Ha ha, ha-ha, ha ha, ha-ha
Drop!
[Hook]
I know I'm back, in the south
Heard that smack, word of mouth
Ha ha, ha-ha, ha ha, ha-ha
They gunning on you like rah! rah! rah!
Keep gunning on you like rah! rah! rah!
[Verse 1]
I grew up in a town where some people got dreams
Some people got big and those people got green
And some would never make it, now ain't that about a bitch?
Cause your life becomes a lie, when you rap about it rich
And now everybody's joking
Because they think they've seen it before
The kid with the meanest of flows
Came back cleaning the floors
And some lazy little shit smears never switch gears
So I'm speeding past these super seniors in their sixth year
I'm a new breed, conscious and aware of a lot
Creativity: unstoppable, imperative now
No business or science, I ain't tryna take the safe route
Riding down the road less traveled, see how it play out
Some say that I'm foolish, others say I'm clueless
I'm not the first to do this, Mohamed Sanu did
I hate I didn't know him when I see him in his place now
Hope you feel that ten-fold when I'm on my way out
So what the fuck you gon' say now?
[Hook]
I know I'm back, in the south
Heard that smack, word of mouth
Ha ha, ha-ha, ha ha, ha-ha
They gunning on you like rah! rah! rah!
Keep gunning on you like rah! rah! rah!
Everybody gunning, rah! rah! rah!
Go and hit your bomb shelters 'fore they drop! drop! drop!
[Bridge]
They gunning on you rah! rah! rah!
Keep gunning on you like rah! rah! rah!
Everybody gunning, rah! rah! rah!
Go and hit your bomb shelters 'fore they drop! drop! drop!
[Verse 2]
In suburban America, source of all the hysteria
Not one of the teachers know, and neither of the parents are
Aware, do they even care of the burdens bared?
Hurting their child's brain cells, puffing the pressure out into the air
Weed smelling like teen spirit, no wonder why we fear it
Falling further into it the more they keep near it
Come to the party and we'll all be relaxing
Now come and take a drag of this bong that we passing
We need muscle relaxers after all these fucking disasters
Almost trashed by some lame ass bastard
This dude needs a pastor, I heard he couldn't take it no more
So this morning, when he burst through the door, he said
I rolled out into Trenton, found a Colt 1911
Then he pressed it in the presence of the freshman who just got here
He let them go, it's the seniors he wants shot dead
And everybody says it's cause he was a pot head
Or I heard from homie, he got issues home with mom and dad
Not realizing in this school he never got a chance
He went to prom alone, embarrassed, never got to dance
Group projects, no one want him, never got a glance
Found a guy who sold pot, copping all the strains
Cause it got him in a gang, plus it's stopping all the pain
He's always heartbroken so he's numbing his chest
But in the long term, it made him dumb and depressed
And when he went home, he noticed nothing was left
Cause his parents both bugging, they told him "don't fucking
Come in this house, we ain't gonna raise no stoner"
So he walked the streets living as a full-time loner
Money ran out, and dealers never hand out blunts
Now he's grabbing at this girl that he asked out once
She rejected, now she's screaming "you need some help"
He said "don't you try to fucking blame no one but yourself
Everybody, get out now or you're gonna die
Except for this one, don't try to save her now cause she's mine"
So he waited until after everyone evacuated to the rafters
And spoke to that girl his last words
"I was never accepted, now it's making me sick
So if I die, you're coming with me, cause you started this shit"
Then he gave her a kiss, touched temples together
Said "fuck mental disease" and gave that metal a squeeze
