I had to get all the Southern Outcasts members in a a song. They’re all my brothers. Fun Fact: This song was originally Jenova’s but I had to get on this one, straight classic

[Chorus x2: Shamman Hippy & Jenova IO]

I remember just sitting back in class

Thinking, "Yo I know I need to get off my ass"

Staying at the bottom thats only in the past

At the top, trying to get there fast in life, like..

{Toni: Shamman Hippy}

[Verse 1: Shamman Hippy]

Yeah we gotta make million, we gotta stack it up

Making it to the top, that is up to us

Get up out this bitch, living life good

Bills all paid , 5 star food

Chillin with the homies, always in the stu

And this is just a vision, always in the kitchen

With the homies and ambition, listen

And we gotta make it happen

When I started rapping, everybody started laughing

Even my friends

But damn everyone Is a snake

Never supporting, when I handed you the tape

But just watch, dick ricking when I make it to the top

And it'll be soon, cus I'm hungry as fuck I'm hippy as fuck

Everybody doubted ShammanHippy, groovy and wavy

And back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot hoes all on me

[Chorus x2: Shamman Hippy & Jenova IO]

{Toni: LEO}

[Verse 2: LEO]

I remember the past

In class checking the time

Wondering which one that I'd rather pass

I'm past time, no future like crime, that's a bad time

So I stay focused curing your nap time

South side, PG, Dallas reppin, you see me

Probly with headphones, bumping Kendrick, ya bish

Believe me, this, ain't a typical kid that you're seeing

Never stoned but I've been still evolving like Eevee

Rapping with my brothers, we all homies and family

Southern Outcasts, no vanity, but

We bringing tragedy, to, any rappers who challenging us, ain't no damaging us

SUR Side bitch, estamos in the cut

And we stay cooking it up

This is a taste, it's a small bite

Taste the Valentina and bass, mmm

My goal is to make money and outrap

This is that Big Boi, That 3 Stacks, that Outcast

[Chorus x2: Shamman Hippy & Jenova IO]

{Toni: Shad B}

[Verse 3: Shad B]

They say "Listen to the teacher when you sitting in class"

Half the time, I was too busy writing raps

Ditching class, feeling on ass

Spending money on another sack

That was the past, lemme tell you where a nigga at

Steady pacing, a nigga out here trying to make it

Skip class, barely study, but i graduated

A nigga smart, but i use my brain in other places

Some people hated but i just like to be creative

Go down a different road, or take a different rout

But once you make it through, it ain't no coming out

Lemme see what this about

I think i can make a change

Do this shit a different way

Cus half these niggas act the same

Fuck fame, I just want people to know my name

For what i do, in the booth

I be spitting flames

And you gone hear me coming through

Im just like a train

I can only bring you the truth

I can never change

[Chorus x2: Shamman Hippy & Jenova IO]

{Toni: Mario}

[Verse 4: Mario]

Yo I got the brush for the mixture

Life & attitude that's the hue for the picture

And being broke ain't a joke till it gets you right?

Well for me, its just giving me an appetite

It got me selling what they're fiending for

I'm in a 94 speeding low

Looking like I'm selling a dime or a dub

Cruising in the hood with them slugs and all above

Ain't no need for a sub so tell me when to begin

I swear everybody's going to know us at the end

This pen's my only friend cus its helping me extend

My cash-flow, my wardrobe

And especially these hoes that need this hero

Haters tryna go and figure me out

But at the same time their girls can't picture me out

Yeah, who's the best? who's the champ?

That's the main question

But in my soul i can hear the election

[Chorus x2: Shamman Hippy & Jenova IO]

{Toni: Jenova IO}

[Verse 5: Jenova IO]

Made plenty money off of dimes But not a penny from rap

Addicted to the crimes

Every line is a kilo of crack

Can't differ the real from the fake

We in need of a gap

Well let my breath be the shooter

And my words be tha strap

Ms.Douple P on my mind So I'm never relaxed

Said I quit doing music

I guess I relapsed

Smartest kid in the room

Never passed in my class

Bring Yo girl and the world

Fuck em both then I laugh

Got it down to a science

I'm dying to murder rappers

I been eye-in for a minute

Let me drop atomic bombs on his kids and his moms while I'm in it so

They can ask why the star player isn't winning

Fuck turning tables ima flip it

You stuck on a round table while it's spinning

You tripping like chance on acid

Lil kid, play asshole and

Get ya ass kicked

Mister pill popper, just stepped in

The building so watch it, nigga

[Chorus x2: Shamman Hippy & Jenova IO]