I got the keys to the country on a Tennessee lanyard And I be with my dogs like some stray cockerspaniels Everybody firin' 'til they see what's in my handle This is blood, sweat, and tears motherfucker, they all flammable Yeah people mad like I'm president But my crib look like the set of a film that John Wayne was in They told me hold it, be careful, the game is dangerous kid But the danger fuels my fire like I'm starrin' up in an action film Yeah I'm dodgin' bullets a lot, with this look on my face I'm waitin' for more shots to be thrown in my place Because I'm mad now, hella pissed, fuck this ice that's on my wrist Fuck that Lamborghini, shit cosmetic, so irrelevant Yeah I'm country thuggin' with a big shovel in the back of that S-10 again Lurkin' through these backroads lookin' high and low for adrenaline Aaargh-oof, people yankin' my chain But when one of them links break, I'm rippin' off your face And you can't hitch a ride with me this ain't no choo-choo train And if it was I'd speed it up and derail it into a lake And watch everybody drown 'cause River Rats don't sink But a haters body finna wash up on a riverside bank Do you like a country ass daddy, get your backside spanked I'm in prison in my own mind, I done made a few shanks If you sleepin' on me keep an eye open, you better not blink 'Cause literally I got the urge to wash blood off in the sink And I got people tryna sell me shit they know don't run I got hometown crackheads threaten me with scraped off guns And people think this is a joke 'cause I've been nice so long But motherfucker Ronnie Black, come try to kill me if you want Yeah, deaf, I don't care, fame, fuck it if it dies Old country gonna make it 'cause I'm locked in four-wheel drive When I was born the rap game got a Southside surprise Popped out, the doctor smacked me so I blacked his fuckin' eye I'ma angry patriot so don't think that I made it yet But some folks act like my ego done swelled up like a Goodyear blimp And I can't roll with the coolest kids 'cause I don't know what coolness is To them I'm just foolish and don't understand all this music biz Tell the fuckboys I said stick an apple in their mouth I didn't blow up fast, we slow roastin' it down south My anger made me pull my rat rods and old schools out And when I'm dead and gone their won't be one single doubt about Me helpin' pave the lanes like a TDOT Scout And leavin' potholes how they are so my opponents have blowouts Upchurch from the holler down here Flexin' with a rebel flag sittin' on a paid for John Deere Yup, on my tractor motherfucker Church