Southside Mez - 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