So Trill Lyrics - David Banner

Artist: David Banner 

Song: So Trill 

Album: Mississippi:The Album 

Bread and water..This what it comes down to 

[Verse 1] 

I remember when these kids got killed up in Pearl 

Is it the end of the world? Grown men acting like bitches 

Bitches actin' like men, and it's all good 

As long as all these records keep sellin' 

Niggaz time cut so these snitches keep tellin' 

Y'all know it ain't right.. 

And I ain't bending for these hoes 

Is this the part when my God comes back and starts throwin' elbows? 

Man these children gone astray, and no daddies in the home 

So they turn to gun play, or they just turn gay 

Half-bit like they rich broke, niggaz swisha sweet 

So I sit, in a lac and just smoke,stayin' down in the street 

Vernon Dixon? Georgetown in the hills 

The subs and the boys in Hattiesburg so trill 

The delta and coast, the queens is what I boast 

But these kids in the south is what a nigga love the most 

{Bridge} 

Damn, the kids is what a nigga loves most 

Fuck, so trill.. 

[Hook 2x] 

I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel 

And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill) 

It's hard in the south when you try to stack a mill' 

And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill) 

[Verse 2] 

I remember when the twin towers fell 

Did the boys in the G know, or just didn't tell? 

I ain't forgot about Gore, and them trick ass ballots 

Numbers tossed around in the mix like a salad 

Or a bird in the Bush 

Or a brother up in office tryna give a big push 

Y'all don't try to praise God now 

He been watchin from the jump, I'ma crunk 

Quick to pull the sawed pump, skull and bones y'all can kill me 

I'ma G, and the world is gon' feel me 

Bet you neva thought the truth would come straight from the middle of Mississippi 

So P-Boy keep pushin'.. 

We some big ones,life would street, man we all on a mission 

[Hook 2x] 

I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel 

And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill) 

It's hard in the south when you try to stack a mill' 

And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill) 

[Verse 3] 

This for my boys in the pen and my thugs on the county farms 

If it's war then I swear I'm gonna raise them arms 

And come and getcha, send me a kite... 

And I promise that I'll write ya back or smoke a fat sack in ya name 

I ain't no bitch or no hoe or no trick 

Tryna ride a nigga dick just to make a quick hit 

I ain't writin' love songs for prissy bitches 

I make songs for the queens who lost sight in the hood 

Mayne I made some bullshit but it's good 

And if ya see me then you see this shit across my chest 

I pray to God, let my spirit do the rest 

I pray to God, let my spirit do the rest 

[Hook until fade] 

I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel 

And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill) 

It's hard in the south when you try to stack a mill' 

And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill)