.Natti:
Don't worry bout this dirty south till its mud floods ya front stoop
Acres and acres of haters growin out the same root
That hit you quicker than poverty in two major arteries
Havin your movin and softshoein' like who made you property
Deacon:
Black face and sambos, tied.
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