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southman - novelist lyrics

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i’m a south man to the bone
never in my life been scared when i’m alone
i was raised with (?) respect so i hold, my own
looking for a problem? don’t

everywhere i go it’s pure love that i’m shown
forget a metaphor get him gassed by the tone
crabs in a bucket soon turn gun boat
in the party got n*ggas (?) girls getting low

old school bruddas still young i’m not old
cop down everywhere i’m at is how i roll
if you can’t get me on my line, you ain’t bro
new school n*ggas straight acting like hoes
my n*ggas in jail i can’t wait til he’s home
so we can get back to the plan of getting doe
leather jacket fitted cap and it’s my own
grand girls hit me up cop the fits cold

these moist youtes riding out with their phones
premz says if it’s a green light then it’s a go
focused on copping homes i’m up like a drone
big novz certain n*ggas know me as kwadwo

never been a trouble maker since i hit the road
this the cold i ain’t f*cking smoke i’ll split your nose
heavily invested in my set cos that’s the bros
primary school n*ggas in my set i’ve seen them grow

history reps on it’s own
weak half hearts in the ends tryna get swole
get a couple tatts and a two t**th gold
n*ggas lose their heads fronting like they ever been involved

i never been a l!ck my boy let that be known
approach me on some sh*t get your ass kicked over
from a yout been clued, don’t trouble no one
think you know big nov, you don’t know no one

ice cold, big nov’s been around the globe
my n*ggas ain’t worried bout a thing fam, we just rose
still r.i.p my dead g’s and simone
hurts that they never got the chance to be grown
in the hood that’s how it goes, wannabe’s get shown
caught the boy slipping, he was talking that smoke
served a man, i’ll still say what’s up to his bros
and every time i’m that boy’s strip, i drive close

listen up, one rider’s better than 50 bros
sideline wiseguys tryna do the most
heard what them boys said, kept my mouth closed
me and prem got our own plan, that’s a case closed

but we stay getting paid off the real and the flows
we got the hardest beats that you ever heard, get to know
my mum’s stays prada, never follows no brudda
got to show them how it’s done and get that doe

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