Country to the City (feat. Jg Made Um Look)

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