The Only South I Know

Y'all already know what it is The only South I know true South shit Fact not fiction fuck that shit y'all seeing on TV Listen up pay the fuck attention Welcome to the bottom where it ain't shit to kill a man Get hit with 9mm over 9 milligrams Win or lose thank the Lord just to get a chance Yo' opinion about us, I could give damn What you know about the South? Is ya' so sure? Spit it so pure, that this verse could be a brochure What you seeing on TV could never be me More than rims and inches, talking limbs and lynching's Cut from the cloth of the cotton that my granny picked Work like an amputee, ain't nobody hand me shit I ain't worried once they get passed the candy paint And see us clearly, we work from can till can't Three educations, school, church, and street corner Smart brother keep a small bible and the heat on him Pre-warn 'em that we getting stronger with doubts Come on home to South throw some gold in ya' mouth This, this, this the only south I know This, this, this the, this the only south I know This, this, this the only south I know We move steady but ready, slow but sure This, this, this the only south I know This, this, this the, this the only south I know This, this, this the, this the only south I know We move steady but ready, slow but sure Now that I got ya' undivided attention I'll take it deeper Overworked and underpaid and we ain't accepting neither Where pimps and politicians talking just like the preacher Don't like it, don't visit, don't want ya', don't need ya' Ye'ain't worthy of dirty, situation ugly but the lessons learned pretty, Grand folks by 30 Now surely, y'all ain't still talking about our slow tongue Did ya' forget where yo' bitch was sent to get yo' coke from? So numb, we ain't surprised by the gunplay Learn the trap from granny, selling beer on Sundays Take me out the south still the traces in my blood I ain't talking about a play still got my raising in the sun (True south) I'm with Church in the cotton field still singing For old souls on my family tree still swinging No complaints, got dealt then we played the cards Southern by location, country by the grace of God, Lord! This, this, this the only south I know This, this, this the, this the only south I know This, this, this the only south I know We move steady but ready, slow but sure This, this, this the only south I know This, this, this the, this the only south I know This, this, this the, this the only south I know We move steady but ready, slow but sure Now its time to make a lasting impression Middle fingers getting thrown at some of the bastards that's repping Probably thought you made it out safe, go on ahead about face Let me learn ya' something while they talking about the South's ways Rims, hoes, grill, clothes, trap, be the rhyme scheme Rap what ya feel but when it intervene on my cream Other coasts turn a deaf ear, from what ya' left here Then we got to clean it up and tell 'em you don't rep here I know the ones you been seeing been some clowns lately Alabama start with a "A", quit trying to downgrade me Speak honest, even if it sound crazy Where Blacks selling white girl, and white girls got brown babies I wouldn't never change it over Want to see what I speak, take a midnight train to Georgia Say they hard and a lot of things, but it's a dollar scheme Put my foot in this music like grandmamma collard greens This, this, this the only south I know This, this, this the, this the only south I know This, this, this the only south I know We move steady but ready, slow but sure This, this, this the only south I know This, this, this the, this the only south I know This, this, this the, this the only south I know We move steady but ready, slow but sure This, this, this the only south I know This, this, this the, this the only south I know This, this, this the only south I know We move steady but ready, slow but sure This, this, this the only south I know This, this, this the, this the only south I know This, this, this the, this the only south I know We move steady but ready, slow but sure I'm talking fish fries and thick thighs Greased up with her feet out Little pudge that's all right daisy dukes cheeks peek out I been fucking with grown bitches since picking my own switches Better clean that 'Lac good, rolling through them backwoods