South Pole Ain’t Comin Back

[Verse]

Grand Ma-Ma burgundy red, sittin on 22" chromes

Blackened the windows so you cannot see what's goin on

12s in the trunk and they makin the block bump

The Schema da posse make even the softest kids

Wanna shoot sum Floridian blood, but I'm a alien

Alienated from the clicks and the klans

Even tho they dead ain't comin back

So fuck what you rep and you rap, ain't nothing that you do slap

I roll up a dutchie cause I don't fuck with the woods in the back

See I been rollin' up and smokin' and sippin' every thang

And I ain't even gon' pretend that it's for easing the pain

Cause I got so you used to pain, that I can't even feel a thang

Walkin in the middle of the interstate, not a thought in my brain

Rollin up on my block while I'm coppin some head on the road

Eleven mph in a thirty mile an hour zone

Don't pick up the phone no matter who it be they can hold

I'm makin up for suicidal thoughts in my bedroom

You aspire to be an occultist, I aspire to fly

Together we can accomplish nothin' but homicide

Take a ride in the donk and don't ask no question of where we go

My trunk holding more then 12s, that's all that you need to know

Yuh, for the little bit of y'all that don't know me

I'm mister getting busy, from [?] city

And why Miami? Everybody wit me

Fuck with me, get slapped to the curb, that's busy living

Stickin' out of prison, but my homies don't live

Love to kill, [?] lay em on I-95, said it about a thousand times

But y'all don't get it, never giving credit

Cause you think you headed straight to the top

But you not, now take your spot to the back of the line

And you will get popped, whether you my boy or not

Comprende in they pops, cause I'll be damned if I go to bed again

Hungry with no money, shit ain't funny, so bummed

Homie gotta do something, take my emotions

And dump them all on the track

And now mix them up with a couple dutches

Spit em up and take out the guts and [?] he got that

Me, I just took the tabs, now catch me in happy land

Okay, now I'm good on that

ND Double 20, that shit got me feeling funny

That's what you get with no money

I gon [?] you with one, but I only wanna flow

Just give me a pen, and let's go

Let's turn these emcees to hoes

Ain't got no dough, but I steal the show