Rapsody, Big K.R.I.T. - So Be It lyrics

KRIT: What's happenin' Rapsody?

Rapshody: What's up, Big KRIT? Shout out
To all my country folk
From Carolina to Mississippi and everywhere
In between! 9th Wonder!

KRIT: It's country livin, it's much love
Man, shout out to 9th, what's
Goin' on mane? Appreciate you lettin' a
Country boy on the record
It's love all the same

I'm a country girl
Carolina be where I'm from
Twang when I speak slang
Whole lot of fresh air in my lungs
Ain't gon change myself, no I'll never, naw
When I was young a lil' less tall
On grass and dirt I would ball
In the store, walking in my house shoes cool
Pops got a big automobile growing
Up he named big blue
And the car's here, we drive real young
Gotta add some sugar to my
Tea to sweeten my tongue and we hang late
At the hole in the wall places
Drink moonshine, play spades
Talk sports and cut them aces
Twin jokers, being loud
I'm from the country I'm proud
Our laces untied and un tucked
And hang on the ground
Mama told me show respect and bless
My food 'fore it's down say "No
Sir" or "Yes No Ma'am" when
Spoken to around town
And the food is mostly fried add
An inch to my thighs
Bump that volume, Bun B, OutKast
UGK when I ride
It's unique down in the south where
You speak from your mouth
There's random folk all in the street don't
Lock the doors to your house
In church three, four times in a week
And all my aunts, uncles
Grandmas all live on the same street
Summer's hot here on 4 wheelers we roam
When we young
But when we grown we sit high on big chrome
Country livin and dirt road remedies
Grandma made medicine out of tea and leaves
Cause you know the score
I still represent for mine
Gotta give it all I got
I don't wanna waste no time
We all got family in the south
Don't believe me?
I'll welcome ya'll with open arms come see me
In Mississippi

Okay now mason jars is drippin'
Red buckets in our kitchen
Heard they was delicious
But I ain't fuckin' with them chitlins
But still grateful for what was given while
They talk down on my state
Call us slow and uneducated but won't
Say it to my face
Most never been, most never will
They can't enjoy what I did
Backyards was hella large playin'
Ball with my friends
It takes a village to raise a child
And I was surrounded by kin
A lot of elders who knew better
And had knowledge to lend
Like never hold your head down, boy
Be proud of your skin
Believe that God is in your heart
And Jesus died for your sins
Sunday morning before I'm yawning we
Be up in them pews
Fall asleep on big momma while
She payin' her dues
Sometime she cry, I dry her eyes
I know how hard times be
She said that love will cost you everything
But pain come free
Cause bein' country mean bein' strong you
Got to stand on your own
She taught me well I've been compelled
To prove these city folk wrong
Cause ain't no dirt road where I'm nappin
No horseback cappin'
So be it if you think we whack
But niggas down here still be snappin'
Took it from the Dirty South
To the top of the map and
So be it I put it down for
My folk and holla "Hold up
What's happenin?"