Country to the City (feat. JG MadeUmLook)

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, son of a bitch, look what them boys done come with Then fuck the fame, man, I'm cool off that dumb shit 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 stacking racks, I was stacking 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, bitches got something to clench on And you can't tell me nothing homeboy, I'm too head strong And we was tired of the same shit All you lame kids so we made our own language I got a weed degree so fuck Cambridge Kali Wap, let them know who we came with I'm as country as your gun wrapped in camo Fucked 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 tripping, I was raised in tough tennis shoes I've been through way too much to ever try to envy you I'm a country boy, the city life is miniscule Fuck the water, grow some weed up in the swimming pool There's a party everybody, bring your wheel barrel I ain't country, man, you funny, Will Ferrell Fuck your liquor we get moonshine and we fill barrels White lighting and I ain't just hyping I keep the greenery, don't fuck with the tumbleweeds And I surround myself with family 'cause they humble me Long distance, better know I ain't 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 Where I come from, we hustle hard For the money, not the muscle, but the muscle cars Ride around on 22's just to pull a couple bars Get out and go and floss on the boulevard Yeah, city boys is what they call us Only backwoods that you catch us on is if we're rolling Rolling sticky green stone cool is what they call us If you don't fuck with the crew, my nigga then learn something Fuck the haters, say how I stay together Me and the Good Ol' Boys, Bubba Sparxxx, tell me who better If I get on the track, you know that I'ma kill it 'Bout to take a trip to the Ville, Bubba, let's get it Why they worried 'bout the money I ain't spending I'm just chilling with my kinfolk, smoking, poking these women They think I'm alien Hopped on the country rap track and straight killed that 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 dime I was country before it was cool to be (yeah) That dirt road life ain't nothin' new to me (naw) They forgot about Bub' but they soon to be (damn) Reminded of what he done and it just begun (woo) I'm on the run in Sacramento (Sacramento) With the Good Ol' Boyz, that's my kinfolk (you know it) I had a Pinto, then I traded it for (for) A Ford SUV and I made it explore (explore) And you can't ignore that (no) Real Tree camouflage on the door mat (you know it) 30-30 in the gun rack (pop, pop) Mix country and rap, I done that (haha man) Way before you ever seen that (seen) In your wildest dreams, you couldn't dream that (you) So tell me, where the love at? (Where it's at?) You must have known at some point I would come back Country boy do it big like a pine tree On the porch with my folks sipping 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, let's go Yeah, you know how we do it here In the game hogging lanes, better keep clear In my pickup truck rollin' with the beat up Flying down a back road, better roll the weed up Full moon, cold brew and the fresh air Cowgirl boots, daisy dukes standin' over there Making moves causing grooves just to get the dough Got a little now but I need a little more Tip your hat to the game man, that's how it go Like to do our shit 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 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