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New South, Old Money - Judeo
Gold bricks stacked in the pantry
Smelling wealth in the air
Diamonds in the tea
Shine brighter than a prayer
Old roots deep, grew from clay and red soil
Now we dripping in the riches, watch the champagne boil
Child trees made tables where the deals get in
Every dollar got a story, every chain got a link
New south, old money, count it slow
Legacy thick, let the bloodline show
New south, new south, old money, stacks on stacks
History in my veins, but the future on my back
Front porch throne, sipping bourbon with a smirk
Hustle so clean, but the grind still dirt
808s bump loud, like the heartbeat of the street
Paved the road with struggle, not a marble under feet
Wrist icy, time frozen in the Cartier
Got a pass in my pocket and the world on a stage
Magnolias in bloom, but the whip's all matte
Old soul, new goals, let the numbers chit-chat
Generations in the grind, passed down like a crown
Kingdoms rise from ashes, now we wear the gold gown
New south, old money, count it slow
Legacy thick, let the bloodline show
New south, old money, stacks on stacks
History in my veins, but the future on my back
New south, still the same sun
Old money, but the game just begun
Polished wood and polished dreams
Echoes of the past in the 808 scream
