Way Long (Down Here in Jawja) - Apalachee Don

What you got?

What’s up then?

Huh?

Oh yeah

What’s poppin'?

Let’s get this daggum beat drop

Off the top of the dome, let’s get this thing rockin'

It’s Apalachee Don rollin' in Da PigPen

Playin' in the mud race, smell what I’m sittin' in

Beat that, I’m a hillbilly trail blazer

Raise a little hell, hell, my daddy was a hell raiser

That son of a gun was a gun of a son

So I’m sure that makes me one, ya heard?

GA, Peach State, represent it y’all

We ain’t old fashion like the jackets and the bulldogs

Outlaw, plus I studied in the JuCo

Gangsters don’t live that long, that’s what I been told

I gets down in my town, call it monkey row

Quiet little spot, head off down a country road

And if you ever in my neck of the hood

You might find me in Georgia’s woods

Down here in Georgia, these roots grow way long

Out here in my zone, (Out here in Georgia) these roots is my home

These roots grow way long, (Out here in Georgia) these roots grow way long

Out here where I’m from, (Down in Georgia), I’m proud of my home

These roots grow way long

There’s no tellin' where you find me, been runnin' for a long time

On the loose, runnin' juice across county and state lines

Outlaw sippin' man, get it how I live

Copper stills in the foothills, and Daddy gave me all the skills

Propane, blue fame, sugar in the mash

Long wait, full tape, cut the heat, don’t scorch the stash

Swine shine, firewater octane

Burn so good, guaranteed your whole life change

I’ve always had it, no matter what the product be

Been pushin' weight since a youngin', now I’m an old G

City streets, trap houses full of dope fiends

Just trailer park single-wide seein' the same things

I needed change, I had to roll it up

Headed back to Mama house where I grew up

'Cause I was raised in the south, cornbread fed

When I leave I’ma be dirty south dead

Down here in Georgia, these roots grow way long

Out here in my zone, (Out here in Georgia) these roots is my home

These roots grow way long, (Out here in Georgia) these roots grow way long

Out here where I’m from, (Down in Georgia), I’m proud of my home

These roots grow way long

I came this way from the big, bright lights

A city boy lost, tryna get his mind right

Get his life right, put an end to the hurt

So I hit the interstate 'til it turned into dirt

Made it work when it was really broke

Like an old wagon wheel with a split spoke (Split spoke)

Kept it movin' on a mission like a soldier with his orders

California to the foothills of Georgia

Call it home now, deep in the pines

A southern state of mind, sittin' in the sunshine

I ain’t lyin', nothin' better than a fresh peach

When every one you pick is lookin' good enough to eat

Smell the hog feet, pickled with the pepper

Cornbread gettin' cooked any kinda weather

Swingin' through the pit, don’t get no better

Mud on the tires and some pine in the Swisher

Down here in Georgia, these roots grow way long

Out here in my zone, (Out here in Georgia) these roots is my home

These roots grow way long, (Out here in Georgia) these roots grow way long

Out here where I’m from, (Down in Georgia), I’m proud of my home

These roots grow way long