| This for all my country folk
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| Slamming them Caddy doors
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| Sitting out on the porch
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| Fresh from head to toe
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| This for all my Southern kin
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| Be proud of who you is
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| No matter where and when
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| Let 'em know the game you’re in
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| This for all my country folk
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| Back on my grind again, wasting no time again
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| Putting it on the line, been losing, I’m tryna win
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| Whenever, right now is the better
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| Hoping all those stars and planets align together
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| Tryna weather the storm, go beyond and gone
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| Find all of life’s treasures and bring 'em to my home
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| Like, like we made it Sippi-land, country and all of that
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| Tell all them haters congratulate us or fall back
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| Cause I’m in my old school, traveling to the A
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| Don’t worry, little baby brother, I’ll be back like any day
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| Spread the word, I flip verbs like birds
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| Get flipped by dope boys that park rims on the curb
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| Got my CD in they deck, bop they heads, break they neck
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| Whispering that I got next to execs
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| That never heard of Mississippi lyricists
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| Not even visionaries envision this
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| This for all my country folk
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| Slamming them Caddy doors
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| Sitting out on the porch
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| Fresh from head to toe
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| This for all my Southern kin
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| Be proud of who you is
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| No matter where and when
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| Let 'em know the game you’re in
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| This for all my country folk
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| Leave it behind, the, the, the crime
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| Fighting for every yard across the poverty line
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| Any given Sunday could be my last
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| Pay my tithes with the gas money or let the plate pass
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| Cause God can understand the lows
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| The feeling of being stranded on the side of the road
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| Watching all the fancy cars come and go
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| Like it couldn’t get no worse, but it storms some more
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| Cause whenever it rains, little buddy, it pours
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| When you need the sunshine like the most
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| But even a magnolia fights to grow
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| Under certain circumstances similar to yours
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| I just wanna be heavenly, I suppose
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| Cause success never, ever save your soul
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| I came from the bottom of the map to show
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| The world that it’s more to us country folk
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| This for all my country folk
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| Slamming them Caddy doors
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| Sitting out on the porch
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| Fresh from head to toe
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| This for all my Southern kin
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| Be proud of who you is
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| No matter where and when
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| Let 'em know the game you’re in
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| This for all my country folk |