Kofa - The Only South I Know Lyrics

Y'all already know what it is
The only South I know true South shit
Fact not fiction f*ck that shit y'all seeing on TV
Listen up pay the f*ck 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 f*cking with grown bitches since picking my own switches
Better clean that 'Lac good, rolling through them backwoods