Red Dirt Roots

Yeah, listen up now, this the sound of the South Dirt roads and big dreams, straight from my mouth Sunrise over cornfields, ain’t no concrete here Just a simple life, ain’t got no fear Got my boots kicked up, on a Friday night Underneath a million stars, yeah the mood is right Truck parked by the creek bank, coolers full of ice Sippin' sweet tea lemonade, everything is nice It’s that Country Swag, with a little bit of flow Kickin’ up the dust where the tall grass grows From the front porch swing to the boombox beat Got that Georgia sun mixed with concrete heat Yeah, the country boy sound, got the whole place jumpin’ Speakers thumpin’, while the crickets are strummin’ It’s who we are, yeah, down to the core Red dirt roots, always comin' back for more. Grandpa taught me how to fish, Grandma how to pray Learned more 'bout life than I did in L.A. Talkin' 'bout respect, hard work, and family first Quench my soul's hunger and my spirit's thirst Steel guitar whinin', while the snare drum pops From the general store to the mechanic shops We all lend a hand when a neighbor is down Best folks in the world you’ll find in this town It’s that Country Swag, with a little bit of flow Kickin’ up the dust where the tall grass grows From the front porch swing to the boombox beat Got that Georgia sun mixed with concrete heat Yeah, the country boy sound, got the whole place jumpin’ Speakers thumpin’, while the crickets are strummin’ It’s who we are, yeah, down to the core Red dirt roots, always comin' back for more. Some folks don't get it, try to categorize But music is music, lets me rise Just mixin' up the flavors, old school and the new This is my story, hope y'all feel it too. Yeah... red dirt roots. Country rap, here we go. Keepin' it real, keepin' it country. See you by the creek.