Artist: David Banner
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Song: So Trill
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Album: Mississippi:The Album
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Bread and water..This what it comes down to
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[Verse 1]
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I remember when these kids got killed up in Pearl
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Is it the end of the world? Grown men acting like bitches
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Bitches actin' like men, and it's all good
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As long as all these records keep sellin'
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Niggaz time cut so these snitches keep tellin'
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Yall know it ain't right..
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And I ain't bending for these hoes
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Is this the part when my God comes back and starts throwin' elbows?
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Man these children gone astray, and no daddies in the home
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So they turn to gun play, or they just turn gay
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Half-bit like they rich broke, niggaz swisha sweet
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So I sit, in a lac and just smoke,stayin' down in the street
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Vernon Dixon? Georgetown in the hills
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The subs and the boys in Hattiesburg so trill
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The delta and coast, the queens is what I boast
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But these kids in the south is what a nigga love the most
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{Bridge}
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Damn, the kids is what a nigga loves most
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Fuck, so trill..
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[Hook 2x]
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I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel
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And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill)
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It's hard in the south when you try to stack a mill'
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And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill)
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[Verse 2]
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I remember when the twin towers fell
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Did the boys in the G know, or just didn't tell?
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I ain't forgot about Gore, and them trick ass ballots
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Numbers tossed around in the mix like a salad
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Or a bird in the Bush
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Or a brother up in office tryna give a big push
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Yall dont try to praise God now
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He been watchin from the jump, i'ma crunk
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Quick to pull the sawed pump, skull and bones yall can kill me
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I'ma G, and the world is gon' feel me
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Bet you neva thought the truth would come straight from the middle of Mississippi
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So P-Boy keep pushin'..
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We some big ones,life would street, man we all on a mission
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[Hook 2x]
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I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel
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And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill)
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It's hard in the south when you try to stack a mill'
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And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill)
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[Verse 3]
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This for my boys in the pen and my thugs on the county farms
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If it's war then I swear i'm gonna raise them arms
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And come and getcha, send me a kite...
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And I promise that I'll write ya back or smoke a fat sack in ya name
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I ain't no bitch or no hoe or no trick
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Tryna ride a nigga dick just to make a quick hit
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I ain't writin' love songs for prissy bitches
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I make songs for the queens who lost sight in the hood
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Mayne i made some bullshit but it's good
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And if ya see me then you see this shit across my chest
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I pray to God, let my spirit do the rest
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I pray to God, let my spirit do the rest
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[Hook until fade]
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I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel
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And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill)
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It's hard in the south when you try to stack a mill'
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And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill)
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So Trill
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David Banner |