True Left

Aesop be like listen to my album but leave me the **** alone.

He's a humble man.  Respect the content but don't idolize the man who created it.

[Verse 1]
Hey I remember when I came, came
I didn't have to ask nobody in the streets
To scream my name, name
Cause we got a lock on this whole city
And got a key to the Dirty South, and the South coast
Now play with me
So bring your semi thirty art thirty
If you put your hands on a Calhoun player
It's gon' get dirty, dirty
And everybody trying to claim boss
But that's just talk, you don't really wanna turn these mics off
They trying to slick us with our own slang
Using our words like back and forth
Just calling us up out our name
See and for that they gonna pay, pay
Everything they did in one week, I'mma do in one day
You can say that it's about to start
Don't call us rappers
'Cause nowadays a rapper ain't considered smart
So I just stay away from those haters
And anybody in my clique who roll with me, you a Creator
So it's like, who do you believe in
Just like the hustler came back once
The clock is gon' strike twelve again
And I'm most requested in my old hood
From Martel to Springdale
And all through Club Candlewood
You can ask Cool Cane or Dre-High
Either Po-boy, Dirty Red, or they ?gon' cut? I'm fire, fire
And they consider me that raw, raw
And your partners where you represent
They say you got that flaw, flaw
And Cool Breeze, he got that hard, hard
And ain't nobody taking nothing
And don't want nothing to start, start
So when I'm riding through the hood, hood
They respect me when they see me
'Cause they know I got that good, good

[Hook]
That's right, we got that GOOD, GOOD
From every street to every borough
And back to every HOOD, HOOD
That's right, we got that GOOD, GOOD
From every street to every borough
And back to every HOOD, HOOD
That's right, we got that GOOD, GOOD
From every street to every borough
And back to every HOOD, HOOD
That's right, we got that GOOD, GOOD
From every street to every borough
And back to every HOOD, HOOD

[Verse 2]
And can't nobody touch my team, team
Just like EJ from Southwest ATL, my partner got that green, green
And we gon' come through kicking the most game
Taking fo' sho' routes, and pointing out the lane, lanes
So when you come and you ride through
It won't be no mystery, who everybody listening to
That's right, cause all we do is stack, stack
And Organize this Noize, and everybody know that
Plus we testing out this new sound
Everybody done put down
Now we breaking up some new ground
Cause we serve 'em up that real, real
And be forever Dirty South, in this place we live, live
That's what make the brothers hawk, hawk
Trying to step up and showcase, all that is is talk, talk
See Cool Breeze, he ain't your fool, fool
So don't ask me no questions, like what makes me so cool, cool
They'd rather see me in the Chain Gang
Than rolling a V-12, riding on them thang, thangs
I get respect out to Alabama
To the West Coast to the East, then right back to Atlanta
And that's how we keep it tight, tight
I come through busting the door first
Then we ship it out the same night
So when I'm riding through the hood, hood
They respect me when they see me
'Cause they know I got that good, good

[Hook]
That's right, we got that GOOD, GOOD
From every street to every borough
And back to every HOOD, HOOD
That's right, we got that GOOD, GOOD
From every street to every borough
And back to every HOOD, HOOD
That's right, we got that GOOD, GOOD
From every street to every borough
And back to every HOOD, HOOD
That's right, we got that GOOD, GOOD
From every street to every borough
And back to every HOOD, HOOD
That's right, we got that GOOD, GOOD
From every street to every borough
And back to every HOOD, HOOD
That's right, we got that GOOD, GOOD
From every street to every borough
And back to every HOOD, HOOD
That's right, we got that GOOD, GOOD
From every street to every borough
And back to every HOOD, HOOD
That's right, we got that GOOD, GOOD
From every street to every borough
And back to every HOOD, HOOD

What we waiting for, let's finish it (The field)
We can't run no more, we innocent (The field)
What we waiting for, we innocent (The field)
We can't run no more, let's finish it (The field)
See where I'm from I was taught that
Two wrongs don't make a right but it'll damn sure get your money back
So best believe you got's to watch folks
You hit cho' lights, they have they face off in yo place
Just like a cockroach
Tryin' to hit chu' for yo index
Tear some paper out the back and re-arrange your whole contents
That's why you gotta keep yo history
In a book so when they look it'll never be a mystery
I've seen people come and leave, comeback and leave
Come back and still ain't stack no G's
So everybody won't be pushin' buttons
Just the ones who gave they all when you know they didn't have nothin'
We comin' what chu' gonna do when we run
In a pack against a pit and lay up under the sun
What we waiting for, let's finish it (The field)
We can't run no more, we innocent (The field)
What we waiting for, we innocent (The field)
We can't run no more, let's finish it (The field)
See growin' up is like a girlfriend
Ya keep ya cool, take ya time, and when ya day come you put it in
That's a reflection on ya whole life
From the moments you wake up to those minutes that you pray at night
Like when they pushed you at the playground
And all ya friends would wonder
Why you yelled 'the field' before you threw down
That's just yo instincts tryin' to tell ya heart
That is ya mother wished the best for you
You'd be tested it from the jump start
So that's when people come around and wonder
What make you tick, how you do it, but you keep ya business on the under
I ask my folks question every season
They say the Lord blessed every child, boy he blessed you with a reason
So with that I go for years and years
On a quest to return and reveal to my peers
What we waiting for, let's finish it (The field)
We can't run no more, we innocent (The field)
What we waiting for, we innocent (The field)
We can't run no more, let's finish it (The field)
What if yo life story was in a book
And they left certain words that only you could say
Because they knew you looked
That's like your future bein' planned for you
You know who real and who fake and who ya friends and who gon' be loyal
You keep yo thoughts on a level
That don't nobody know what chu' be doin' next
Cause you change like the weather
You the chosen, the one who reveal
Every battle that we battled and every hill that we build
Your life is their forever burnin' torch
So the messages you carry reach and travel importance
See in the book you was this place that people actually lived
They disappeared in the mists of the hemispheres
But when they return they speak of travelin' on their journey back home
We shall rise once again and let it be known
What we waiting for, let's finish it (The field)
We can't run no more, we innocent (The field)
What we waiting for, we innocent (The field)
We can't run no more, let's finish it (The field)

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