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Southern Pressure

redking305

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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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