y'all sleeping on me...hit the snooze button The dro creeping on me...im stacking blue hundreds why y'all hating on me...cause im too southern...the fiends waiting on me and Im bout to prove something they say the south don't got lyrical content...is it just because the baseline'll knock you unconscious...im bobbin-weaving-blocking ya punches...Im bout to punch in and eat this beat like a luncheon...don't even speak...ya flow weak-you lil punk bitch... My bars lit-turn the booth to a mosh pit Ever since-my early teens-I been hustlin... My swags grim-relaxin- with a blunt lit ya'll better step ya game up That southern boy done came up From the Sipp-im never gonna change up Flow on- time to pay up Who you think fucking with me Then tell them bitches come and get me Rebellion in my blood-no snitching Loyalty runs deep...no switching just gripping-grain and making these haters hate -flow gifted... guilty of arson from all the flames ya"ll don't get down like this yall dont swang with a bass that pounds like this- In the South we lit Inciting a riot with wicked cadences Flow not from this planet-bitch im an alien Chalk The Ripper-that is my alias You in danger if you in my radius Im cocking it back and im aiming it You'll be brainless if my stainless spit Bring the beat back-ya'll soft as bean bags I'm getting street cash...addictive flow- y'all gonna relapse I got your girlfriend's knees where my feet at I throw my middle fingers up and hope you react Im trolling all these lame ass rappers-I need feedback While y'all mumbling and dancing im earning street cred Im bout to prove sumpin-bitch DO SOMETHING...dont get too close to these flames or you might lose something...Im bout to prove sumpin-bitch DO SOMETHING...(D.S.M. )- talk down on the name and you might ooze something