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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jelly Roll
Vocals
Alexander King
Vocals
Struggle
Vocals
Yelawolf
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Olson
Songwriter
Jason Deford
Songwriter
William Harness
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jelly Roll
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Here's some weed to roll, what you need to know?
I'ma speak my soul on every beat I flow
Give you the shirt off my back in the freezing cold
I'm talkin' three below, the rain, sleet, and snow
Let me tell y'all about the good old days
Walked to school uphill both ways
Somethin' that I learned at real young age
How to work them scales and to deal cocaine
Money, money, money, money, money, had to get it
This for every southern motherfucker in the trenches
This for every one of us tryna make a livin'
Came from the bottom, baby, you know I'm wit' it
Now you see it in my eyes how the fat man feelin'
Ridin' 'round lit with a bad bitch wit' him
Me and struggle got next, ask catfish Billy
We gon' stand for the city like the Batman building
Me and Alexander King had a conversation
'Bout how these bitches need a confrontation
Better not try us, not for playin'
Right there in the cut, got the monsters waitin'
Ha, until then
[Verse 2]
Roll up that smoke and pour yourself a drink
'Cause around here you can do anything
What's mine is yours, man, it's our family
That's just my southern hospitality
Came from the bottom, seen a lot of things
So bein' cool sometimes is challenging
You disrespect me, bitch, I guarantee
That I will lose my southern hospitality
[Verse 3]
You see, I can be a care bear or I can be a grizzly
What you get from me is up to you
Good guy with a good heart, from the west side, not the good part
Got a bad side, I don't let it out 'less I'm in the corner need to get out
Never sit out, I played the game
Till the last second when the buzzer rang
I was left for dead on the battlefield
When I called for help, all the buzzards came
Stayed loyal when others ain't kept it real, dispose a fake
Lost money, got more to make, lost friends, no more to make
All my brothers stayed, that's all that matters
We talk big, no small chatter
My bitch ridin', my kids savage
My pockets fat, my wife ass fatter
You big mad, gon' get madder
Climbin' fast on that big ladder
Ask for it, you gon' get answered wit' a sharp stab of my last laugh
[Verse 4]
Roll up that smoke and pour yourself a drink
'Cause around here you can do anything
What's mine is yours, man, it's our family
That's just my southern hospitality
Came from the bottom, seen a lot of things
So bein' cool sometimes is challenging
You disrespect me, bitch, I guarantee
That I will lose my southern hospitality
[Verse 5]
All these rappers sound the same
Buncha gangsta shit in they convo
See 'em out, they don't say shit
Whole goddamn different song though
Not a peep, not a mumble
Take me to your head honcho
Ho, hurry up, make it pronto
'Fore my little homies pop the trunk, oh
Roll up on 'em till somebody throw up
Give a fuck what anybody thinks
We celebratin' comin' up from nothin'
Now either feel the shit or you can't
You either with the shits or you ain't
I'm even pourin' haters up drinks
But the disrespect will not be tolerated
Better watch the fuck what you sayin'
And my jacket's long and my record's dirty
Ain't nothin' 'bout me on safety
Got a short fuse, I'm full throttle, and I bleed danger, got no patience
It's all good till it ain't good, that's how the east side raised 'em
If I call you family, I'd die for you
And I showed it on many occasions
[Verse 6]
Roll up that smoke and pour yourself a drink
'Cause around here you can do anything
What's mine is yours, man, it's our family
That's just my southern hospitality
Came from the bottom, seen a lot of things
So bein' cool sometimes is challenging
You disrespect me, bitch, I guarantee
That I will lose my southern hospitality
Written by: Alexander Allen Olson, Jason Deford, Matthew Wallace, Michael Atha, Stuart Stapleton, William Curtis Jr Harness
