Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jalen Howard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Christian "MASK" Herrera
Engineer
Christopher "Steelo Foreign" Auld
Engineer
Lyrics
Aye, oh shit
This that yeah
Muthafuck the other side, we over here
I play the game to win the game and keep it player
This shit from me to you, this here a favor
Yeah
The south we got some flavor
The south we got some flavor
Dirty Sizzouth
Ludacris and word to Mizzouth
I thank my mama, cause without her, I would've had to miss out
I was an Outkast yet, so fresh and clean when on the scene
I'm sorry Mrs. Jackson, for real, nobody quite like me
Snappin' fingers, tall white T's
Urban legends on ATL
Ghetto dreams and diamond rings
Still my family raised me well
Granny been our cornerstone
Trappin' by the corner store
Uncle was a corner boy
This life I lived is one of one
You fuck with one, you fucked with us
Rules of beef are friendly gesture
Remember young and jammin' Ke like"Why all them lighters on his dresser" like"How them screens get in them cars"
This culture shit what took me far
Star at night, grew big and bright
Ain't no way to dim my light
Oh shit, this that yeah
Muthafuck the other side, we over here
I play the game to win the game and keep it player
This shit from me to you, this here a favor
Yeah
The south we got some flavor
I said, who that knockin' at my window
Yeah
That's my kinfolk
I said I hope he came through with the indo
Yeah
I'm tryna twist more
I said, who that knockin' at my window
Yeah
That's my kinfolk
I said I hope he came through with the indo
Yeah
I'm tryna twist more
Ay, oh, shit, this the year
Muthafuck the other side, we over here
I play the game to win the game and keep it player
This shit from me to you, this here from flavor
Yeah
The south we got some flavor
The south we got some flavor
The south we got some flavor
The south we got some flavor
The south we got some flavor
The south we got some flavor
Soulja baby out that five-one second, I ain't never second
Pops had told me when you count that paper, go and count that blessing
L's done turn to lessons, pay attention game, I kick like Tekken
Texas **** grew up balled fade, my dad go grill & necklace
Used to be at Relay weekend, had to highland Mall my fit
Need a bitch built like a Sprinter, hundred meter dash she thick
This here not no average, tell me who you do it for
Told her R.I.P. to pimp, go and get down on the floor
Grew up jammin' M.O.E. and big pokey, I poured a four
Lean shit wasn't really me, so I just stick to rollin' dro
Eyes been low like Johnny Dang a trophy like a Johnny Chain
Know my heart in Austin, Texas, right here where I hog the lane
Damn, oh, shit, this that yeah
Muthafuck the other side, we over here
I play the game to win the game and keep it clear
This shit from me to you, this here from flavor
This out, we got some flavor
This out, we got some flavor
This out, we got some flavor
This out, we got some flavor
This out, we got some flavor
This out, we got some flavor
Written by: Jalen Howard