Verse 1:
Drum got me on a beat
So I had to go in
Bossin' up like Travis O'Guin
Snappin' like an apple tree
That got a broke branch
Then I'm leavin', dick so big
Gotta grab with both hands
Mighta grown a whole inch
I done lost weight
Got paid so much dirty money
That I had to go rinse
Gold drip got me so drenched
Homie, I'm straight
Me and Benjamin Franklin got a bromance
Now we more than close friends
Fuck with him and we gon' throw hands
Got smoke like a barbeque rub
Now my homies are some killers
They don't fuck around with heroin
But lookin' for a spot to shoot up
Try as hard as you want
People get on stealin' my style
(?)
Thе new Corvette look just likе
A Testarossa until you see
A real Ferrari pull up
Fuck it, I'ma do stunts
On these one trick ponies
Left Strange, but it's love
I just want Tech money
I'm already cuttin' edge
I don't gotta dress funny
For attention some of them
Be lookin' suspect to me
Fruity Pebble lookin' ass boy
This a first class flow
You could take a crash course
Hire you a swag coach
What I got inside it can't be taught
I got it natural
Back before I ever had an afro
That won't change
Hook:
Shit gets hot in the summer
Down south where the air feels muggy
Wind gets cold in the winter
Raindrops freeze and the snow keeps fallin'
Birds gotta sing in the spring time
And the sunshine breeze feels lovely
Seasons change but one thing doesn't
I'm not the one to fuck with
Some things never change
Shit gets hot in the summer
Down south where the air feels muggy
Wind gets cold in the winter
Raindrops freeze and the snow keeps fallin'
Birds gotta sing in the spring time
And the sunshine breeze feels lovely
Seasons change but one thing doesn't
I'm not the one to fuck with
Some things never change

Verse 2:
When I started makin' noise
There were four white boys
In the game with short hair
So I grew mine long
And "Yea-uh yeah" was influenced after Big Boi
And my hair was a look
That I took from John Paul
In the Youngbloods
I did every club from Tara Boulevard
To the Northfolk Buckhead, Pharr Road
Way too many strip clubs
I can't even name 'em
They done played me on the radio
Kicked me out of gun shows
Bun B and shit it's been a long road
Show respect, mainstream,underground
Young bucks, old heads
OG in '06, no Wolf, no Tech
Single on the radio
I did it on my own, bitch
7-7-0 scratch show disk in my pocket
Shittin' on the competition for so long
Surprised I gotta go now
So many artists got a deal bitin' me
Till it's finally time to ease back
Into they own style
One they never recover
Here's an analogy
How the crowd recieves my music
When I think of it
I feel like a world-class chef
Feedin' gourmet dishes
To audience of Mickey D's lovers
Unappreciated by your unsophisticated palate
So when you talk about music
Your opinion ain't as valid
And it's a dry age for a lay-up
(?)
I'm the shit, when I spit I sing about it
Homie that don't change
Shit gets hot in the summer
Down south where the air feels muggy
Wind gets cold in the winter
Raindrops freeze and the snow keeps fallin'
Birds gotta sing in the spring time
And the sunshine breeze feels lovely
Seasons change but one thing doesn't
I'm not the one to fuck with
Some things never change
Shit gets hot in the summer
Down south where the air feels muggy
Wind gets cold in the winter
Raindrops freeze and the snow keeps fallin'
Birds gotta sing in the spring time
And the sunshine breeze feels lovely
Seasons change but one thing doesn't
I'm not the one to fuck with
Some things never change