Lyrics Southside Mez - Mez

Southside Mez

Was he really, really, really outside? Yes
Was he with your bitch
Beatin' down the block with the Alpines? Yes (Ooh)
Niggas hatin' on him, niggas waitin' on him
Ain’t it 'bout time? (Yes)
Bitch
(Woo, woo, woo, woo)
God done goddamn blessed me, blessed me, blessed me
(Woo, woo, woo, woo)
(Woo, woo, woo, woo)
God done goddamn blessed me, blessed me, blessed me
(Woo, woo, woo, woo)
I’ma father a lot of y’all niggas style
The next few years gon' be mad Maury
A verse gon' be like one hundred twenty thou'
Don’t hit my line if you ain’t in the territory
Yeah, I’m Worthdale, yeah, I’m Chastain
I’m in Garner, I’m the cookout in Vanstory
I was just a knotty head lil' boy
I done come back with a man’s story
Now all these publishers keep on calling a nigga
Said, «You need my help to give you a song»
Everybody want a taste
Ten years later, Mez done invented it all
Now y’all know I got a visual mind
Me and Tarantino playin' tennis tomorrow
Can’t stop 'til all my niggas' wrist freeze up
That’s a chemical bond
I like skateboarding and Japanese manga
Some people did not understand
But being a nigga that’s fronting for pictures and bitches was not in my plans
I said, «My name Morris,» she said, «Like Morris Brown?»
I said, «Yeah, like the bands»
The way I come back with the bands
You niggas do not have a chance
Southside Mez (Yeah), was he outside?
Was he really, really, really outside? Yes
Was he with your bitch
Beatin' down the block with the Alpines? Yes (Ooh)
Niggas hatin' on him, niggas waitin' on him
Ain’t it 'bout time? (Yes)
Bitch
(Woo, woo, woo, woo)
God done goddamn blessed me, blessed me, blessed me
(Woo, woo, woo, woo)
(Woo, woo, woo, woo)
God done goddamn
Ooh, ooh, oh man, I was like, «Ooh, ooh»
Whole lotta pistols, whole lotta danger
Won’t shit else to do, man
Whole lotta niggas, whole lotta chambers
They was like the Wu, man
I like skateboarding and Japanese manga
But my nigga like to shoot, man (Brrt, Bret)
My nigga call me from the county again
I miss it often 'cause the number is strange
Went ahead and saved it under his name
The people make the playlist but don’t know the pain
I mean, that won’t go away with the money and fame, I mean
I mean, not with the baddest bitches who wanna wait on me
Not with the good ass sushi with the edamame (Damn)
Bruh, bruh, bruh?
Never understood why niggas would hate on me
Maybe 'cause I’m back and forth on the plane, I mean
Got it out of the mud but don’t got a stain on me (Yeah)
Bruh, bruh, bruh?
Southside Mez, was he outside?
Was he really, really, really outside? Yes
Was he with your bitch
Beatin' down the block with the Alpines? Yes (Ooh)
Niggas hatin' on him, niggas waitin' on him
Ain’t it 'bout time? (Yes)
Bitch
(Woo, woo, woo, woo)
God done goddamn blessed me, blessed me, blessed me
(Woo, woo, woo, woo)
(Woo, woo, woo, woo)
God done goddamn blessed me, blessed me, blessed me
(Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Let me goddamn, let me goddamn
Let me goddamn, let me goddamn
Let me goddamn, let me goddamn chill
Let me goddamn, let me goddamn chill
Let me goddamn chill, let me goddamn chill
Let me goddamn
Let me goddamn chill, let me goddamn chill
Let me goddamn
Let me goddamn chill, chill, chill