Southern Pressure
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- pop rap
- 2020s
- rap
- trap
- hardcore hip hop
- southern hip hop
Lyrics
Intro
Yeah, uh
Dirty South on the rise
Straight out the mud, let's get it
Verse 1
Raised off the block where the dogs never fold
Big wheels turn, hot summer, story told
Hands on the grain, trunk full of bass
Gold teeth shining, grill all in my face
Hustle in my blood, cash in the backpack
Swang down low, never running from the past, yeah
Heat in the whip, sweat dripping just to win
Started at the bottom, now they all let me in
Chorus
I keep it raw, uncut, from the South, I make it shake
Every corner, every street, got a move I gotta make
They know my name in the trap, heavy hustle, never fake
Put the pressure on the gas, can’t nobody touch the brakes
Verse 2
Dealin’ with them real ones, never with the lames
Come up from the dirt, now the world know my name
Big weight moving, got muscle in the game
If you ain’t about your word, we ain’t moving just the same
OGs taught me hard, told me never trust a soul
Pour up that drank, blow heavy on the dro
Country boy moves, raised tough with a plan
Made it through the struggle, do it all for my fam
Chorus
I keep it raw, uncut, from the South, I make it shake
Every corner, every street, got a move I gotta make
They know my name in the trap, heavy hustle, never fake
Put the pressure
Verse 3
Stackin’ up the wins, I’m a product of the grind
Never back down, got ambition in my mind
See me in the city, got the kandy on the paint
Left the fake behind, now my hustle never faint
Trophy on my wrist, diamonds cold in the light
Southside steppin’, I was built for the fight
Numbers goin’ up every time I make a call
Brought the whole crew with me, we ain’t scared to brawl
Chorus
I keep it raw, uncut, from the South, I make it shake
Every corner, every street, got a move I gotta make
They know my name in the trap, heavy hustle, never fake
Put the pressure on the gas, can’t nobody touch the brakes
Outro
Still ridin’ dirty, that’s the code we gon’ keep
Legends in the making, from the curb to the suite
Raised with the pain, but I flip it to a feat
Dirty South forever, put respect when I speak
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