I'm from the deep down south, where the heat don't play Where the streets are hot, and the nights are long day I'm talking 'bout that dirty south, where the bass hits hard Where the people grind and hustle, trying to make a start In the land of sweet tea and fried chicken Where the accents are thick and the love is never stricken We ride on them old school cars, candy paint shining In the land of the brave and the free, where dreams are always binding Down south where the music bangs, the clubs stay jumping Where the women are fine, and the drinks keep coming We keep it real, no faking, no pretending In the dirty south, we always stay trending From Atlanta to New Orleans, we rep our city In the deep south, we show no pity We grind hard, we hustle harder, that's just how we do In the land of the south, where dreams come true.