Awnaw (Modified-Squeaky Clean)

Yo

Nappy Roots, awnaw

Awnaw, hell naw, boy (man)

Y'all went up and done it

Awnaw, hell naw, boy

Y'all went up and done it (let me tell ya)

Awnaw, hell naw, boy

Y'all went up and done it (uh)

Y'all went up and done it (uh), man

Y'all went up and done it (c'mon)

My first song was like 48 bars with no hook (c'mon)

You hear me flippin' through my pages out my favorite notebook

The microphone was in the closet (what?) No headphones, we lost it

**** scared to get some water, roaches hangin' over the faucets (c'mon)

No AC, Tez'll break a sweat just tryin' to make beats

E-Dubz was being a hustler (hey, man), all play flirtin' all his customers

And flat broke, Nappy smokin' Blacks out on the back porch

I'm thinkin' (hey) I got everythin' a country boy can ask for

Now what we do to get here? (Say that, boy)

Lay it down and bring it to ya raw (say that, boy)

Hey, now we hurt some, suffered for more, takes what we work for

Hated for the cussin', but the hatred it made us cuss more (c'mon)

Held on (c'mon), but it was hard, stepped up, took charge

Ran through what we scared up, but what was we afraid for?

Look what we made of, heart that what made us

Being here is alright, but must believe we won't fall

Them country boys on the rise

With them big fat wheels on the side

Peep the vertical grills on the ride

And aw

Them country boys (awnaw, hell naw, boy, y'all went up and done it)

With them big fat wheels (awnaw, hell naw, boy, y'all went up and done it)

Peep the vertical grill (awnaw, hell naw, man, y'all went up and done it)

And aw (y'all went up and done it, man, y'all went up and done it)

My ****, we hog wild, bet that from that roota to that toota-file

Hell naw, them country boys ain't headed south for six miles

Kentucky mud, them kinfolk, twankies with them hundred-spokes

Skullied on that front porch, plus you know they got 'dro

79 Coupé de Ville, vertical Caddy grill

Interstate 65, headin' down to Cashville

Glass filled, to the tippy-top, backseat Benz

Spent my last cent on the rent, left with pocket lints

A damn shame, gotta grind anything and everything

Jimmy Crack Corn, cross the county line with Mary Jane

A long time, a gravel road, to cash and fame and sold my soul

To Hell and back, and back and forth, with same jeans and nappy 'fro

I might, hop off the Harley, smoke mine like Bob Marley

Not parties with shorties, wallin' like they swallowin' Bacardi

Them butter-skin, prop hit gotta like them

Understand you 'bout to lose ya life f-' with them

Them country boys on the rise

With them big fat wheels on the side

Peep the vertical grill on the ride

And aw

Them country boys (awnaw, hell naw, boy, y'all went up and done it)

With them big fat wheels (awnaw, hell naw, boy, y'all went up and done it)

Peep the vertical grill (awnaw, hell naw, boy, y'all went up and done it)

And aw (y'all went up and done it, man, y'all went up and done it)

Them country boys

With them big fat wheels

Peep the vertical grill

And aw

Them country boys

With them big fat wheels

Peep the vertical grill

And aw

Them country boys on the rise

With them big fat wheels on the side

Peep the vertical grills on the ride

And aw

Them country boys

With them big fat wheels

Peep the vertical grill

And aw