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This for all my folk
Slamming Caddy doors
out on the porch
Fresh head to toe
for all my Southern kin
Be of who you is
No matter and when
Let 'em the game you're in
This for all my folk

1]
Back on my grind again, wasting no time
Putting it on the line, been I'm tryna win
Whenever, now is the better
Hoping all those and planets align together
Tryna weather the storm, go and gone
Find all of treasures, bringing 'em to my home
Like, like we made it Sippi-land, and all of that
Tell all them congratulate us or fall back
Cause I'm in my old school, to the A
Don't worry, baby brother, I'll be back like any day
Spread the word, I verbs like birds
Get flipped by dope boys that rims on the curb
Got my CD in they deck, bop heads, break they neck
Whispering that I got to execs
That never of Mississippi lyricists
Not visionaries envision this

2]
Leave it behind, the, the, the
Fighting for every yard the poverty line
Any given Sunday could be my
Pay my with the gas money or let the plate pass
God can understand the lows
The feeling of being on the side of the road
all the fancy cars come and go
Like it get no worse, but it storms some more
Cause whenever it rains, little buddy, it
When you the sunshine like the most
But even a fights to grow
Under circumstances similar to yours
I wanna be heavenly, I suppose
Cause success ever save your soul
I from the bottom of the map to show
The world that more to us country folk