Country to the City

From the dirt roads to the city lights

I done my dirt cold chilly life

Before the rooster crows I'm up getting mine

I bring the country to the city elbows and dimes

Well sum' ** look what them boys done come with

Then ** the fame man I'm cool off that dumb **

Born in the boons the sticks got me this far

You've come from the hills you leave with a few scars

I wasn't stackin' racks I was stackin' car tires

And mark my land with eight miles of barbed wire

It seems like since we was kids we was hard wired

To drink whiskey and bar fights and start fires

Out in my shop I got somethin' to wrench on

And out in my crop I got somethin' to stench on

Sport a carhartt ** got something to clench on

And you can't tell me nothin' homeboy I'm too head strong

And we was tired of the same **

All you lame kids so we made our on language

I got a ** degree so ** cambridge

Kali wop let them know who we came with

I'm as country as your gun wrapped in camo

** around and chopped the top up off the lambo

From the other side but Bubba's still fam though

No strings attached country as some banjos

I ain't trippin' I was raised in tough tennis shoes

I've been through way to much to ever try to envy you

I'm a country boy the city life is miniscule

** the water grow some ** up in the swimming pool

There's a party everybody bring your wheel barrel

I ain't country man you funny will ferrell

** your liquor we get moonshine and we fill barrels

White lightin' and I ain't just hypin'

I keep the greenery don't ** with the tumbleweeds

And I surround myself with family 'cause they humble me

Long distance better know I'm not playin' with ya

JG hit 'em with the Winchester

From the dirt roads to the city lights

I done my dirt cold chilly life

Before the rooster crows I'm up getting mine

I bring the country to the city elbows and dimes

Country boy do it big like a pine tree

On the porch with my folks sippin' sweet tea

Generations in the town man about three

Ain't no other place in the world I'd rather be

Than with my kinfolk on the good smoke

Barbecue at the pad homie lets go

Yeah you know how we do it here

In the game hoggin' lanes better keep clear

In my pickup truck rollin' with the beat up

Flyin' down a back road better roll the ** up

Full moon cold brew and the fresh air

Cowgirl boots daisy dukes standin' over there

Makin' moves causin' grooves just to get the dough

Got a little now but I need a little mo'

Tip your hat to the game man that's how it go

Like to do our ** big but we ridin' slow

From the dirt roads to the city lights

I done my dirt cold chilly life

Before the rooster crows I'm up getting mine

I bring the country to the city elbows and dimes