Lyrics
[Chorus]
Chinquapin, chinquapin, crack ‘em in your palm,
Southern soil’s treasure, keeps the harvest calm.
From the creek bed to the ridge where the oak trees stand,
We rake, we shake, nuts fill every hand.
[Verse 2]
Cherokee taught us, now we keepin’ the roots,
Biscuits on the griddle, fiddle playin’ the boots.
Dixie wind whispers through the pines so tall,
Nuggets in the leaf pile, y’all better crawl!
Greasy overalls, but the hustle’s clean,
Sell ‘em at the co-op, bless the country scene.
Mason jar moonshine, wash the dirt off my face,
Chinquapin hustle—ain’t no replacin’ this taste.
[Bridge]
Grandma’s recipe, cast iron legacy,
Roast ‘em, toast ‘em, pass the legacy.
Backroads zigzag where the wild things grow,
Chinquapin rhythm’s in the rapper’s flow.
[Chorus]
Chinquapin, chinquapin, cr
