Brother, you've been on my mind, oh brother

We've changed over time, so, brother, I'm keeping my eyes on you

I bet you don't think I know no better but sanging the blues

Oh but brother have I got news for you, I'm something

And I know you know that I'm something too



Yeah, usually I don't get into all this battle rap shit

And all that shit's stupid but I'm gonna address it

And after I get it off my chest may God bless it

I will invest four minutes exactly for everyone

Who had the audacity to attack me



I kept quiet but perhaps I should have pushed this fire quicker

'Cause to just sit with this shit I've only gotten sicker

Yet I react without even a crack in my composure

But the only way he knows to bring this shit to a closure



I'm worthy and my associates and I named the South Dirty

And I'm even for sale in Braille, the deaf, dumb and blind have heard me

But I ain't even breathin' until I get an even 30

I could casually clap up the front of somebody's throwback jersey



You makin' me hafta talk this way, ain'tcha?

You makin' me hafta talk this way

You forcin' me to walk this way

Maybe my album will get bought this way



Niggaz slow down around me, I make 'em superstitious

And one of my vices used to be wanting to look visually vicious

But instead I use my head and I fed niggaz something nutritious

But you will appreciate what a sacrifice this is



And I know you ambitious young men, you have my best wishes

Have a piece of this pain on a platter, it's one of my best dishes

When you assassinate my character, not one remark misses

So it's gone get funky when I'm fryin' these little fishes



Fuck fakin', there has been some offense taken

But this itty bitty beef is, beneath me like bacon

But hear me when when I say, I ain't gone hate you halfway

You know me, somebody will surely owe me



When it comes to respect, I only put my family before me

And the beat ridin', oh so slowly but surely and you in danger

And I'll be strict about straight every one of you niggaz like strangers

I'll put bullet holes in anything that oppose through car doors and clothes



Amateurs and pros, hard-head niggaz and hoes, also friends and foes

Let it be known that you'll lose your life fucking around with Lo

This is my Glockapella and I'll be wearing diamonds forever

Like I'm signed to Roc-a-fella and I'ma bust two times in the sky



'Cause ain't nobody around here ready to die

But if there's more that you want, can't but one side win

And I'm damn sure ready to try motherfucker, yeah

Hold on, I'm all off the motherfucking beat, hold on



Lo crazy, Lo a'hurt somebody bad, Lo crazy, Lo a'hurt somebody dad

Decide to ride down your street and just hurt somebody bad

You know, as in house, hurt somebody's child or somebody's spouse

You see what I'm saying and you know I can be what I'm sayin'



And I got the most to lose but you steppin' on my shoes, nigga

You become a target and will remain a target until you are hit

You gone fuck around and found out that's Lo still down for it

I ain't scared of ya, never been scared of ya



If anything I'm scared for ya because I'm so ahead of ya

Take that to the head brother before I walk up on your bed brother

And paint your blood in red brother, you heard what I said, brother?

Motherfucker, I ain't mad at these niggaz, I tricked you



We got a real awful thang goin' down, getting down

There's a whole lot of talkin' going round

You best believe me before I pack up and move out of town

I will gladly gone and glock one of them down



I said, bring me the funk, I want the funk

I said, bring me the funk, give me the funk

I said bring me the funk, I can handle the funk

Just bring me the funk, bring me the funk, motherfucker