South Pole Aint Comin Back

Grand MA MA burgundy red
Sittin on 22 chrome
Blackened the windows so you can not see what’s goin on
12s in the trunk and they Makin the block bump
The schema da posse make even the softest kids wanna shoot sum
Floridian blood
But ima alien
Alienated from the clicks and the klans even tho they dead ain’t comin back
So fuck what chu rep and u rap
Ain’t nuttin dat u do slap
I roll up a dutchie cuz I don’t fuck wit tha woods in the back
See I been rollin up and smokin and sippin every thang
And I ain’t even gon pretend that it’s for easin the pain
Cuz I got so you used to pain
That I can’t even feel a thang
Walkin in the middle of the interstate not a thought in my brain
Rollin up on my block while I’m coppin some head on the road
11 mph in a 30 mile an hour zone
Don’t pick up the phone no matter who it be they can hold
I’m makin up for suicidal thoughts in my bedroom
You aspire to be and Occultist I aspire to fly
Together we can accomplish nothin but homicide
Take a ride in the donk and don’t ask no question of where we go
My trunk holdin More then 12s that’s all that u need to know
My trunk holdin More then 12s that’s all that u need to know