Wake up in the morning, And I'm down bad, Look around the room, And the feeling’s sad, Touch up on my pockets, Gotta make some cash, Call on these and they up quick, Come fast, Come hard Say she love it when i go hard Reminiscing in my mind chasing my dreams Give him an hour, watch me rip a crowd Text my niggar he coming through, Heard him beep the horn, Then I ran out, Money on my mind, No more handouts, Get my pen and pad, and go ghost I'm about to write some for the future kids Hit that stage then i shout, Turn off the lights man down low, Open up my mouth, lemme swallow u I heard the crowd scream South Paw, We about the rapping, We gone make it happen, Listen to the crowd Going loco South Paw be the Name niggar Fuck with me niggar you gone get smacked