| It’s time to clock in, I’m busting out these blocks, I’ll let 'em have it
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| I don’t really wanna be this dirty simply just to have it
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| Got them looking at me with confusion adjusting their collars
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| I tell 'em stay up out the holler, then I bet my last bottom dollar
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| They couldn’t make it round here for one day
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| Only getting outta these sticks right c’here one way
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| In these dusty roads around here we call it interstate
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| And our country is cool so everybody tryna imitate
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| We keep it country down here where we’re from
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| And everybody knows
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| We’re from the slums of the country, man, yeah
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| We keep it country down here where we’re from
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| And everybody knows
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| We’re from the slums of the country, man, yeah
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| Live from the country
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| D-thrash, we smash, show the woods with our seats back
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| 30−30, weed blast, just to make sure we keep snacks
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| White trash relaxing, camouflage, our fashion
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| City folks, walk past them, fake friends, outcast 'em
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| Competition, outlast 'em, mud trucks, outjack 'em
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| Cold beers, out crack 'em, hangin' out in cow pastures
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| Don’t forget all lives matter, don’t forget we more than rappers
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| Don’t forget we never care about fittin' in or adaptin'
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| We keep it country down here where we’re from
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| And everybody knows
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| We’re from the slums of the country, man, yeah
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| We keep it country down here where we’re from
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| And everybody knows
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| We’re from the slums of the country, man, yeah
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| Live from the country
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| Yeah they emulate how we livin' while they got the cameras on
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| But in reality in privacy the hate is on (that's right)
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| I do my best to keep my anger under wraps
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| But most of the time, man, my patience can’t adapt
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| So I snap, cause a ruckus, a big old scene
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| Even thought I try to chill out, it happens, know what I mean
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| Hop in the King Ranch give 'em my mean glance cameo green pants
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| Man they talk the talk but they really don’t wanna dance naw
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| We keep it country down here where we’re from
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| And everybody knows
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| We’re from the slums of the country, man, yeah
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| We keep it country down here where we’re from
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| And everybody knows
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| We’re from the slums of the country, man, yeah
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| Live from the country |