Remind me nas second verse on get down.
JT 46 year old ass trying to run game
Sold CD's double platinum, met mo' execs
Southern nikkas, independent label, real killers
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chilling
They had the coke game something crazy
Sold music out the trunk of they car, that shyt amazed me
Put me onto heron blunts, sherm or something
Took a puff, what the fukk, I turned to punch them
Southern nikkas ain't slow, nikka tried to play me
I left from around them dudes, they cool but they crazy