Back Roads

Is only be the one bro What's in there, what's in there? Ace Back roads, country shit Rollin' dope, bunch of shit Granny house, 30 deep Gold teeth, bare feet (uh) Where I go, you never know A country road, you'll never go (never go) 24s, country shit 'Cause all we know is country shit Back road, country shit I'm rollin' dope, gotta bunch of shit My neighbor just got home, but not from a bid (uh) He been overseas fighting, now home with his kids See, the rich can't feel like the poorest (can't) We was poor, eating grits, at my aunt Lois (fuck that shit) Had the time of my life we was so stoic (uh) Didn't have much, but you wouldn't know it (no) Now granny gone, my uncle gone I'm runnin' out of reasons to make it back home But to my family looking down from the heavens above See me rolling through the sticks, to doing what I love On a back road, country shit Rollin' dope, bunch of shit Granny house, 30 deep Gold teeth, bare feet (uh) Where I go, you never know A country road, you'll never go 24s, country shit 'Cause all we know is country shit Train tracks, I'm from the other side (other side) Caddy Coupes, we blowing country fried (country fries) Winding roads, and not a cop in sight (uh-huh) The stars out, shining on your darkest night Small town living, all they do is fight And all we do is this, sawed off with the pistol grip Back it up, then talk your shit She's acting up, she's not your bitch Country chic, that's not my cousin Don't hit the legion, them fools be bussin' Front porch, my uncle cussing (yeah, yeah, uh) Drunk as all outdoors, kids outside they double dutching I'm double clutching, sippin' on some Atlantucky My family is forever hustling, forward, the plan it must be No looking back, there's no getting rusty If I'ma speak it to existence, you gon' have to trust me I understand, new things need adjusting (yeah) Life is short, it ain't no guarantee, just keep on trucking Back road, country shit Rollin' dope, bunch of shit Granny house, 30 deep Gold teeth, bare feet (uh) Where I go, you never know A country road, you'll never go 24s, country shit 'Cause all we know is country shit (silly) And yea I'm from the South, but I dress Western They call me Buffalo, I'm built like an ex-wrestler (uh) Brock Lesnar, ice on my hip flexor (ice) Jacuzzi suite, top floor at the Best Western (flex) Dusty cowboy boots with a fresh Stetson (come on) Lumps of coal turn to diamonds when you add pressure Catch me running through my paper like a fast tester (I'm done) I want the new King Ranch, not the next Tesla First class jet-setter, we ain't that special (nah) Buddy pass in the exit row, leg stretcher I'm a seafood, soul food TexMexer (yeah) So keep your tofu, soybean, veg lecturers Prove yourself, 'cause my mouth can't stand the texture Flick you off with both hands like I'm ambidextrous Got my good draws on and they polyester (yeah) Eyeing down your heifer, makin' naughty gestures (Country shit) Back road, country shit Rollin' dope, bunch of shit Granny house, 30 deep Gold teeth, bare feet (uh) Where I go, you never know A country road, you'll never go 24s, country shit 'Cause all we know is country shit