my youth was wasted never felt like i would make it remance the part LYDACANE played it up and at it southern savage quick to move the package west 4th avenue my hustle grew linked up with a military mind Crue rock of ages to hard time currency chasing always down to ride day or night found across town with shine or weight pushing through the county lines one track mind and that was the daily grind country side soldier with the game on my shoulders past many of test on the way to emperor's set 2000 turbo vet dripping wet at the same time we could be found in the bottoms of the trap house just puffin and guzzling real talk cousin never bluffin always deep into something the grind made my life and my life became the grind from 86 cool kids to millienun kings made south Carolina the exit route 21 gun salute kept our mouth shut as crupt snakes all around so LYDACANE made Karolina profiund with that country G sound as good as it was to have to the top on lock kane perffered the bottom just so my people knew that i got them walk the wild side effective on enemies devide selective respective justice hide breakn down bones beat street turbo without ozone want a be clones it was more than a game it was family and authentic making a name circle gets the flame burning up the ring loyalty seems to be removed from the new rats and snakes every where you turn nowadays the game aint ever gonna change just the players so how much could you maintain whenever its your life your blood and your name on the line the truth is not many its LYDACANE im numbed up eating still good and plenty i can hustle with just one penny no envy just a simple southern savage state of mind remember some test last a lifetime remember what and who really gave you your shinecarry a secret agency soilders skull in my pack im out own a limb south Carolina perfect mint state dont hesitate with the blade air raid my innervation physical realm next leveler sounds im complexity lyrically hex you at 300am sharpe down ar the crossroads avoided sctratches my microphone syndrome Apache scalping at the end of my life but banging it out all night criss cross hot souce clips got your ass tossed hang you by a rope closed all doors of hope if im going down I'm fighting the demons in a savage way let my mouth pray as my iton sleighs rictor scale type of day home on the range bon fire engulfed in flames pouring out all pain let the bull loose seeing nothing but read im over the edge created to shredded notations kackalack nations im under the street lights slow ballin liquor back to back down to my last cigarette johhny cash im dressed in all black walk like king kong ring the gong getting pur where we all belong blood sheds the songs snakes sither a long dark becoming darker bo light matker screaming going father ive broken to the bottom only way up is destroy its a bad day whenever a country G has left is the sweet sound of 16 in the clip discharged had learn the hard way some people's love is gone ready to take your ass to a final resting home cemtary up on the hill last heartbeats as the blood spill forever captured the southern code lets aee who keeps it really real Caroline kings naturally we were bread to do the damn thing know lets get own with it so i can hear them heavenly angels sings i go out im going as a southern kackalack king