[Intro: DJ Sense]
(Trendsetter)
(Trendsetter)
We coolest n***as down South
Trendsetter Sense
Killer Mike, haha (Trendsetter)
Ride with me one time, man, Grind Time
Beat Bullies, Beyond, Jonesy, hey

[Verse 1]
It's Killer, man, straight up out that Adamsville-a, man
Y'all n***as soft, y'all n***as sweet as sarsa— (Trendsetter)
It's Killer, man, straight up out that Adamsville-a, man
Y'all n***as soft, y'all n***as sweet as sarsaparilla, man
I got this gun in hand, don't make me have to kill a man
I got a plan, I cock it back and let it loose, man
I'm from the land where they hung n***as from a noose, man
They hidin' n***as deep in jail, don't let 'em loose, man
You from up North, let me hip your ass to somethin', man
You play us bammer and them hammers get to dumpin', man
Ayy, we ain't actors, but we serious 'bout the drama, man
These boys'll send you in a box home to your mama, man
These boys'll kidnap your kids and baby mama, man
Them boys'll set your ass afire with them llamas, man
In New York City, it's the Bloods and the Kings, man
In Chicago, it's VLs and GDs, man
Out West, it's the B's and the C's, man
Down South, it's just G's gettin' cheese, man
[Chorus]
N***as down South stack cheese, man
I ain't rappin' 'til I get the money in my hand
N***as down South stack cheese, man
Big cars, big houses, and a lot of land
N***as down South stack cheese, man
We lick hard, get robbed on your knees, man
N***as down South stack cheese, man
Paper stackin', pistol packin', be at ease, man

[Verse 2]
I'ma grind, man, 'til I see the day I shine, man
Y'all n***as ride that n***a dick, I work for mine, man
And you can have the bitch I'm with, that skirt ain't mine, man
Money over bitches, that's my favorite line, man
Countin' stacks, that's my new favorite pastime, man
Stopped smokin' weed from Rocky D, he got that pine, man
Rest in peace to Fast Black, I'm still cryin', man
Until we meet again, my eyes is never dryin', man
I won a Grammy, but you ain't here to see it, man
I got my kids up out the hood, can you believe it, man?
Lo and Nick still bullyin' them beats, man
Work or starve, grind or die, we gotta eat, man
Shit is real, man, shit is hard, man
Can you believe them n***as killed Camouflage, man?
The streets is still the same, n***as still lame
Instead of rappin' for the passion, n***as rap for fame
[Chorus]
N***as down South stack cheese, man
I ain't rappin' 'til I get the money in my hand
N***as down South stack cheese, man
Big cars, big houses, and a lot of land
N***as down South stack cheese, man
We lick hard, get robbed on your knees, man
N***as down South stack cheese, man
Paper stackin', pistol packin', be at ease, man

[Bridge]
I'm movin' up in the South, stackin' paper high
With my eyes on my money and my feet on the ground
From the crack of the morning 'til it's late at night
When I first started breathing 'til the day the I die
I'm movin' up in the South, stackin' paper high
With my eyes on the future and my feet on the ground
From the crack of the morning 'til it's late at night
When I first started breathing 'til the day the I die

[Verse 3]
I met this Brooklyn bitch, she say she love my country accent
'Fore it was over, had that Brooklyn bitch back bent
Labels used to sell us out, but now they cash in
Even 50 Cent got rich without askin'
You n***as love our cars, you n***as love our clothes
You n***as love gettin' lap dances from the country hoes
You can have it, partner, go 'head and buy that ass
We keep it pimpin' where I'm from, we get the cash
You can get the ass, you can get the head
Just don't interfere with Southern boys and they bread
That get your ass shot, that get your ass dead
That get you drug through a field and left for dead
I told y'all n***as last year I ain't never scared
Don't get these buckshots all in your chest and head
You got problems with the boy, say it out your mouth
Ain't hard to find me, n***a, I'm in the South
Ain't hard to find me, n***a, I'm in the South (Trendsetter)
[Chorus]
N***as down South stack cheese, man
I ain't rappin' 'til I get the money in my hand
N***as down South stack cheese, man
Big cars, big houses, and a lot of land
N***as down South stack cheese, man
We lick hard, get robbed on your knees, man
N***as down South stack cheese, man
Paper stackin', pistol packin', be at ease, man

[Outro]
Georgia and Florida (Stackin' cheese, man)
In Tennessee, it's ten a key (Stackin' cheese, man)
The Carolinas on they grind (Stackin' cheese, man)
Through Alabama county lines (Stackin' cheese, man)
In Mississippi burnin' pine (Stackin' cheese, man)
Lousiana stunt and shine (Stackin' cheese, man)
In TX bangin' Screw (Stackin' cheese, man)
VA got that work too (Stackin' cheese, man)
And Arkansas, what it do? (Stackin' cheese, man)
Kentucky, where the hell is you? (Stackin' cheese, man)
Missouri, you too (Stackin' cheese, man)
And Oklahoma bring the crew, we (Stackin' cheese, man)
Adamsville and Dixie Hill (Stackin' cheese, man)
Leila Valley, Thomasville (Stackin' cheese, man)
Mechanicsville, Zone 3 (Stackin' cheese, man)
And Summerhill and Peoplestown (Stackin' cheese, man)
This A-Town stayin' down (Stackin' cheese, man)
N***a, I'ma be around (Stackin' cheese, man)
Grind Time Gorilla Gang (Stackin' cheese, man)
Hahaha, you see it, n***a, yeah (Stackin' cheese, man)