I'm From The South
Welcome to the bottom of the map where we had to get it in
Sweating like a sumbitch hotter than a frying pan
With some chicken in the grease crock bull off the leash
Steady working like a dog till we make them ends meet
Pig feet we ain't tryna cull nothin hell naw
All you other brothers frontin guess I come to tell y'all
I was country when the country wasn't cool fool
Now they coming out the woodworks who knew
That the country is the city and the city is the country
Yea I'm reaching down deep that's why the real ones love me
Ain't it funny how the thugs done came out
I was trapping i was hunting out the same house
I'm from the South
Where them cotton fields grow
And we check em if they actin like a hoe
Bitch I'm from the South
Yes sir yes ma'am nothing before God or the fam
I'm from the South
Sweet tea and some gravy
Pray for the ones who really hate me
Bitch I'm from the South
Where we love each other
Never turn our back on another
I'm from the South
Watch your mouth
Stay your ass out my yard
Lotta people talkin tough but they internet hard
When you pull up to the crib it's a one way
With the world the way it is that's some gun play
I ain't hoping I whoop your ass cause my daughter gotta live
I suggest you never ever try to bring it to the crib
Peace with some sweet tea how we really want it
Front porch ch ch chillin in the breeze doggonit
We been on it like flies on shit
Wake up early for the worm gettin it
We love to help others we was raised in the church
Know just how to make it work cause we came up out the dirt
I'm from the South
Where them cotton fields grow
And we check em if they actin like a hoe
Bitch I'm from the South
Yes sir yes ma'am nothing before God or the fam
I'm from the South
Sweet tea and some gravy
Pray for the ones who really hate me
Bitch I'm from the South
Where we love each other
Never turn our back on another
I'm from the South
Where them cotton fields grow
And we check em if they actin like a hoe
Bitch I'm from the South
Yes sir yes ma'am nothing before God or the fam
I'm from the South
Sweet tea and some gravy
Pray for the ones who really hate me
Bitch I'm from the South
Where we love each other
Never turn our back on another
I'm from the South
Sweating like a sumbitch hotter than a frying pan
With some chicken in the grease crock bull off the leash
Steady working like a dog till we make them ends meet
Pig feet we ain't tryna cull nothin hell naw
All you other brothers frontin guess I come to tell y'all
I was country when the country wasn't cool fool
Now they coming out the woodworks who knew
That the country is the city and the city is the country
Yea I'm reaching down deep that's why the real ones love me
Ain't it funny how the thugs done came out
I was trapping i was hunting out the same house
I'm from the South
Where them cotton fields grow
And we check em if they actin like a hoe
Bitch I'm from the South
Yes sir yes ma'am nothing before God or the fam
I'm from the South
Sweet tea and some gravy
Pray for the ones who really hate me
Bitch I'm from the South
Where we love each other
Never turn our back on another
I'm from the South
Watch your mouth
Stay your ass out my yard
Lotta people talkin tough but they internet hard
When you pull up to the crib it's a one way
With the world the way it is that's some gun play
I ain't hoping I whoop your ass cause my daughter gotta live
I suggest you never ever try to bring it to the crib
Peace with some sweet tea how we really want it
Front porch ch ch chillin in the breeze doggonit
We been on it like flies on shit
Wake up early for the worm gettin it
We love to help others we was raised in the church
Know just how to make it work cause we came up out the dirt
I'm from the South
Where them cotton fields grow
And we check em if they actin like a hoe
Bitch I'm from the South
Yes sir yes ma'am nothing before God or the fam
I'm from the South
Sweet tea and some gravy
Pray for the ones who really hate me
Bitch I'm from the South
Where we love each other
Never turn our back on another
I'm from the South
Where them cotton fields grow
And we check em if they actin like a hoe
Bitch I'm from the South
Yes sir yes ma'am nothing before God or the fam
I'm from the South
Sweet tea and some gravy
Pray for the ones who really hate me
Bitch I'm from the South
Where we love each other
Never turn our back on another
I'm from the South
Credits
Writer(s): Keith Powell
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