Alabama

[Hook: Jhi-Ali]
Alabama: the place I love, the place I call home
Dirt roads and the projects
Mama stay gone, but it really don't matter
Grandma stay up the road, and she fixing me some collards

[Verse 1: Jhi-Ali]
It's been a long time coming, we've been on the grind hustling
Ever since cotton-pickin', learn about your history, cousin
This the state of mind, and it's been too hard living
Them folks'll lynch you down here, give you too hard a sentence
Now, is it worth those years to twerk O's? Then say, "Yeah"
The birds flyin' over the dirt roads—where?
Down here: Alabama, the final piece of the puzzle
Say it backwards, "I'm a baller" in the streets, and I hustle
Holding onto hope, I know that change gon' come
They got us holding onto dope—we know that change gon' come
So sick and tired of being broke, man—it's the same old song
But until my folks go'n get some dough, man, this song gon' get sung
It's been a long time
Until we realize that we sitting on the gold mine—
We gon' roam 'round tryna rock something 'cept our own style
Tryin' to bump something except our own sounds
And I ain't tryna come down—I'm just sayin', man: Roll Tide

[Hook: Jhi-Ali & Cooley da Dude]
Alabama: the place I love, the place I call home
Dirt roads and the projects
Mama stay gone, but it really don't matter
Grandma stay up the road, and she fixing me some collards
Alabama: the place I love, the place I call home
Dirt roads and the projects
Mama stay gone, but it really don't matter
Grandma stay up the road, and she fixing me some collards (Your boy, Cooley)

[Verse 2: Cooley da Dude]
I wake up every morning, thank the Lord, and roll up me a Swisher
Kiss my babies, throw my J's on, go rolling with my niggas
Slow motion, man, Cooley certified
I'm a Florida boy in Alabama, but, really, we got the same dirty pride
I put my pen to this paper to shake the fact that—
If you know it or not, your life ain't shit but blackjack
Hit a hold, raise a fold—for all of you poker players
Back here in these woods, you would never really know a player
Never no different, but listen, I'ma make my change up (I'm gonna make my change)
Get up my money 'til I'm comfortable, then change up (Yeah, make that change, nigga)
But until then, my cuz just thrown off in the wind
Blown off in the wind, gone off Seagram's Gin, getting bent
I'm a sucker for that red clay, I'm weak for some collard greens
And believe these streets got a lot of green, a lot of greens
Time flies—flies when getting high
Hunstville where I reside, so Alabama 'til I die

[Hook: Jhi-Ali]
Alabama: the place I love, the place I call home
Dirt roads and the projects
Mama stay gone, but it really don't matter
Grandma stay up the road, and she fixing me some collards
Alabama: the place I love, the place I call home
Dirt roads and the projects
Mama stay gone, but it really don't matter
Grandma stay up the road, and she fixing me some collards

[Verse 3: Big P.O.P.E.]
I wake up early in the morning, thank the Lord for me being country
'Bama up in this here (Hey), and you know we gon' act a donkey
We golden through it all, but it still remains funky
Niggas talk 'bout my state (Hey, hey), but I know that those hoes can't touch us (Hey, hey)
That's just the way it is, 'cause we making it on the grind
You might be taking theirs—ain't no hope in you taking ours
That's just the way we feel, been at it and aggravated
But now, we stand on top (Hey, hey), and I know that we can't be faded (Hey, hey)
And I'm gon' keep it crunk with rhymes, 'cause I got so many
And I ain't scared to dump (Hey, hey), 'cause I'ma die with this 'Bama in me, nigga, shit (Hey, hey)
I'ma die with this 'Bama in me, huh (Hey, hey)
Yeah, yeah

[Outro: Sam Cooke sample]
It's been too hard living
Long time coming, but I know
A change gon' come
Oh, yes, it will
It's been a long
Long time coming, but I know
A change gon' come
Oh, yes, it will