Yeah, see I'm the son of a working man
And he’s the son of man who lived off his land
Yeah, he chewed red and drank whiskey straight
His heart pumps Southern pride but never filled with hate
Nah, he shook your hand and meant what he said
He never took a handout he busted ass instead
And when you met him then you knew that shit was real
Cause his morals never changed over a couple of dollar bills, nah
Now fast forward to his grandson
What type of shit you think I'm on we got the same blood
Yeah, see I was raised by the real and these soft motha’fucker
just don’t know how that feels, nah
Oooh, if you gonna cross that line then baby be ready
cause you never met another motha’fucker that’s quite like me
Oooh, and they aint talking bout nothin just a lot of gun bumpin
if they really want somethin then fuck it that aint nothin, baby we gonna see
and yeah, I’m just a product of some tough times
like when they ran that fire water across them county lines
yeah, they loaded Chevy beds down kept a lookout for the law
and took the long way around, yeah
see that survivor shit it runs deep
and I’ll be happy to remind ya if you think shit is sweet
because that weak shit aint really what I’m on
and every motha’fucker branch in this family tree is strong, whoo
so miss me with that funny shit
and if you feel some type of way then go on and run it bitch
I got a hundred saying you be feeling funny quick
Bitch I been told y’all you aint fuckin with this country shit
oooh, if you gonna cross that line then baby be ready
cause you never met another motha’fucker that’s quite like me
oooh, and they aint talking bout nothin just a lot of gun bumpin
if they really want somethin then fuck it that aint nothin, baby we gonna see
we gonna see if you bout that life if you really gonna ride
when I pull up outside baby please believe
whoo-ooo I said we gonna see if you bout that life if you really gonna ride
when I pull up outside baby please believe
oooh, if you gonna cross that line then baby be ready
cause you never met another motha’fucker that’s quite like me
oooh, and they aint talking bout nothin just a lot of gun bumpin
if they really want somethin then fuck it that aint nothin, baby we gonna see
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