Jarren Benton - Southern Man lyrics
[Jarren Benton - Southern Man lyrics]
Now I'm a S-O-U T-H-E-R-N man
Hot damn, I'm hot
They can't break me, shake me, throw me
I thought I told you that I can't stop
Now I'm a southern man greater baby
East side Decatur baby
Stone Mountain drop out
Mama pray that the Lord'll save me
Daddy was a deadbeat, mama now strugglin'
Grandmama helped out, there was no husband
Collard greens, neck bones, bread in the oven
Grams on the son, no brother, two cousins
One drunk uncle, one gay, but I love him
One was a family man, I ain't see much of him
Six aunties, they was like a nigga's mom
Atlanta public schools made the kid seem dumb
Where the role models at? I don't see none
No father figure, how can I be one
I'm trying to give Gia the
Life that I never had
I ain't gon' lie, some days I be scared
Waking up in cold sweats
All a nigga got is rap
As long as God got me, baby
They can't hold me back
Now I'm a southern man, chitlins
Right along on the sandwiches
Pa, ma, chicken that shit will damage us
Cadillacs, gold real, smile for the camera
Country ass dialect, some folks laugh at us
Cash put the A on the map
90 percent of the rappers in
The A nowadays sound wack
Same old bullshit when he raps
If a nigga ain't dancing with his snap
He probably up for the trap
Y'all lames don't respect the god
If Jarren ain't the sickest in the
South then that's a facade haha, holler back
The south got the best barbecue
I'm vegetarian and what comes after that
Now I'm a southern man
Stack of Benjamins in a rubber band
Born in the south
Kidnapped from the motherland
Dope boys slinging rocks
He want something other than
Minimum wage, a lifetime of sufferin'
We show 'em southern hospitality
Any disrespect
We show 'em southern fatal casualties
That's the way it has to be
Young entrepreneurs we slung CD's in the
Car trunk like Master P
They say them southern boys slow
Trying to play us like a ho
We gon' let you niggas know (let 'em know)
Jarren give his heart to get this blow
I swear to God we gon' make it here
I'm sick of living poor
1 million of us on the pole
We done came a long way but
Still got far to go and we have never fled
See, we didn't run up north
We done stayed down here
Bitch, we ain't never scared
Hot damn, I'm hot
They can't break me, shake me, throw me
I thought I told you that I can't stop
Now I'm a southern man greater baby
East side Decatur baby
Stone Mountain drop out
Mama pray that the Lord'll save me
Daddy was a deadbeat, mama now strugglin'
Grandmama helped out, there was no husband
Collard greens, neck bones, bread in the oven
Grams on the son, no brother, two cousins
One drunk uncle, one gay, but I love him
One was a family man, I ain't see much of him
Six aunties, they was like a nigga's mom
Atlanta public schools made the kid seem dumb
Where the role models at? I don't see none
No father figure, how can I be one
I'm trying to give Gia the
Life that I never had
I ain't gon' lie, some days I be scared
Waking up in cold sweats
All a nigga got is rap
As long as God got me, baby
They can't hold me back
Now I'm a southern man, chitlins
Right along on the sandwiches
Pa, ma, chicken that shit will damage us
Cadillacs, gold real, smile for the camera
Country ass dialect, some folks laugh at us
Cash put the A on the map
90 percent of the rappers in
The A nowadays sound wack
Same old bullshit when he raps
If a nigga ain't dancing with his snap
He probably up for the trap
Y'all lames don't respect the god
If Jarren ain't the sickest in the
South then that's a facade haha, holler back
The south got the best barbecue
I'm vegetarian and what comes after that
Now I'm a southern man
Stack of Benjamins in a rubber band
Born in the south
Kidnapped from the motherland
Dope boys slinging rocks
He want something other than
Minimum wage, a lifetime of sufferin'
We show 'em southern hospitality
Any disrespect
We show 'em southern fatal casualties
That's the way it has to be
Young entrepreneurs we slung CD's in the
Car trunk like Master P
They say them southern boys slow
Trying to play us like a ho
We gon' let you niggas know (let 'em know)
Jarren give his heart to get this blow
I swear to God we gon' make it here
I'm sick of living poor
1 million of us on the pole
We done came a long way but
Still got far to go and we have never fled
See, we didn't run up north
We done stayed down here
Bitch, we ain't never scared