[Hook]
You either with me or against me
You love me or you hate me
We friends or we enemies
But there is no in between
We can go to war (Don't start a war)
We can go to war (Don't start a war)
[Verse 1]
My animosity has quite possible
Gained so much ferocity
That apologies are now lost with me
If you sorry, you shouldn't even talk to me
Ironically, unconsciously
I've become a prodigy
And I say that modestly
Cause that right there is hard to be
I have a policy, that honesty
Is needed for my comradery
Ive become a commodity
Six South just hit the lottery
They gossiping, audibly, constantly
Bout how Im an oddity
But Im just trying to fufill the prophecy
My quantity and quality
Are dope like whats in pharmacies
This game belongs to me
I possess it no apostraphe
Remarkably, Ive made it through the mockeries
And novelties
And told my story, every record serves as my biography
School these rappers, Varsity
Go hard pathologically
On the path to garnish the
Wages opposite of poverty
Kicked the door in, robbery
That's why Im hollering
Give it all to me
Im a sign of things to come
Like astrology
[Verse 2]
My chemicals are imbalanced
But my pa**ion attracted
More supporters and haters
Than I could ever imagine
But f** an ignorant idiot
This the Six South Syndicate
Our business legitimate
So we ain't goin to prison yet
Its no coincidence
I solicit this
Music that's equivalent
To any of your favorites, its not limited
Im certified, no certificate
My music is a stimulant
You got a record deal for me?
I don't give a sh**, Im uninterested
Im limitless and Ive pivoted
From penniless, to getting it
My rhymes intricate
Lost innocence
If I said that sh**, I meant the sh**
I can't rewind mines, or take it back
You was sleeping on me, stop taking names
Im a significant lyricist
I've exhibited I pimp the sh**
As if Xzibit did my interiors
What more do you want from me?
This southern boy luxury
Im getting mine comfortably
And its all because of me
[Verse 3]
I'm a gladiator
Yeah I have some haters
But they glad I made it
Tell em get they paper up
Have a fund raiser something
Cause you ain't making paper waiting on my failure
Get lost and ill stop exposing you, favor, for a favor
I ball like the Raiders, yeah that's the fruits of my labor
Tryna get up the wages to move where there ain't no neighbors
Just me and some hundred acres
Flow sacred, I keep it banging
I got friends who are Masons but I have no Obligations
Poetic like the Raven, Im a Cashville native
f** a CD rating, sh** I know whats in my savings
On occasion, theres a side of me that awakens
Its an invasion
It tends to make me give into temptation
My behavior
Can never be dictated
I hate it
There's just no way to avoid this situation
So bad side or good side, hope that you on my side
Please don't make them people do a drive by, ride or die