[Intro: Jelly Roll]
Talk
I told 'em

[Verse 1: Jelly Roll]
Here's some weed to roll what ya need to know
I'ma speak my soul on every beat I flow
Give you the shirt off my back in the freezin' cold
I'm talkin' three below the rain sleet and snow
Let me tell y'all about the good ole days
Walked to school uphill both ways
Some learned at a real young age
How to work them scales and to deal cocaine
Money money money money money had to get it
This for every southern motherfucker in the trenches
This for everyone of us tryin' to make a livin'
Came from the bottom baby you know I'm with it
Now you see it in my eyes how the fat man feel it
Ridin' around lit with a bad bitch with me
Me and Struggle got next ask Catfish Billy
We gon' stand for the city like the Batman building
Me and Alexander King had a conversation
About how these bitches need a confrontation
Better not try us not for playin'
Right there in the cut got the monsters waitin'
Ha! Until then
[Chorus: Yelawolf]
Roll up that smoke and pour yourself a drink
'Cause around here you can do anything
What's mine is yours man, its our family
That's just my southern hospitality
Came from the bottom seen a lot of things
So being cool sometimes is challenging
You disrespect me bitch, I guarantee
That I will lose my southern hospitality

[Verse 2: Struggle]
You see I can be a care bear or I can be a grizzly
What you get from me is up to you
Good guy with a good heart from the west side not the good part
Got a bad side I don't let out less I'm in a corner need to get out
Never sit out I played the game 'til the last second when the buzzer rang
I was left dead on the battlefield when I called for help all the buzzards came
Stayed loyal when others ain't kept it real dispose a fake
Lost money, got more to make, lost friends no more to make
All my brothers stayed that's all that matters we talk big no small chatter
My bitch ridin' my kids savage my pockets fat my wife's ass fatter
You big mad you gon' get madder climbin' fast on that big ladder
Ask for it you gonna get answered by the sharp stab of my last laugh

[Chorus: Yelawolf]
Roll up that smoke and pour yourself a drink
'Cause around here you can do anything
What's mine is yours man, its our family
That's just my southern hospitality
Came from the bottom seen a lot of things
So being cool sometimes is challenging
You disrespect me bitch, I guarantee
That I will lose my southern hospitality
[Verse 3: Alexander King]
All these rappers sound the same (Yep)
Buncha gangster shit in their convo (Haha)
See em out they don't say shit (Nah)
Whole God damn different song though (That's right)
Not a peep non a mumble (Nope)
Take me to your head honcho (Hey)
Hoe hurry up, make it pronto (Hurry up)
Before my little homies pop the trunk
Roll up on 'em 'til somebody throw up
Give a fuck what anybody thinks (Yah)
We celebrating comin' up from nothin'
Now either feel the shit or you can't (Yah)
You either with the shits or you ain't (Ain't)
I'm even pourin' haters up drinks (Alright)
But the disrespect will not be tolerated
Better watch the fuck what you sayin'
And my jackets long my records dirty
Ain't nothing about me on safety
Got a short fuse I'm full throttle
And I bleed danger got no patience
It's all good till it ain't good
That's how the east side raised em
If I call you family I'd die for you
And I've showed it on many occasions
[Chorus: Yelawolf]
Roll up that smoke and pour yourself a drink
'Cause around here you can do anything
What's mine is yours man, its our family
That's just my southern hospitality
Came from the bottom seen a lot of things
So being cool sometimes is challenging
You disrespect me bitch, I guarantee
That I will lose my southern hospitality