Big Cat Productions - The Country lyrics

[Hook] (2x): Out in the country, trying to fly out of the country Counting up the money as the k** burns A couple n***as fell off, and we feel for the loss But the wheels on the wagon still turn Verse (Cale Charles): Lo and behold from the lowest of holes in the backwoods Where labels only oppose, never propose, even if you do rap good Never wrap wood, if it's mid. That Underground Railroad's a thing of the past Swear the last little engine I remember that could, never did Seen his a** in the last week puffing a cig I'm Fishing for ba**, cuffin the a** cheek, of a bad freak, busting a jug Ain't on my mind. Baiting the public with the tears, sweat, and blood that's on my line Praying that these peers turned thugs don't cut my time Give a f** if it's luck, that reciprocates my grind Long as it doesn't dare precipitate on my shine You gon participate or be idle? With me and my n***as trynna figure the different ways to be idols Trynna start waves and win titles. Roll Tide Giving praise to the most high. Rhythmical slave since 05. Lyrical savior more now So, I kick sick sixteens like they been dipped in ecoli Figure I should pace myself after I rocket, Louis Scola We supernovas to you fireworks I a**ert my dominance with the most violent of spurts A pyre disguised as a verse is what you're seeing with your ears Entities mention me tentatively as the only human being that they fear Only vehicle that they can't steer. Only material they can't seer But, to these rappers, the only hurdle that they can't clear stands right here The man right chea And you a slant line, queer What I mean, Sweedish like you're damn IKEA. Yea [Hook] (2x) Verse (Sip Jackson): What a life we chose. What a life we live It's cold outside. It's warm in here The kush rotate. My stomach turn Them n***as hate. That fire burn Higher than ever. The temperature rising Mercury boiling while we chase the horizon. All of this patience is sliding Out of my grips. Slippin them Xannies in my soft drinks And not once thinking bout all them issues that they might bring Cuz I need a moment to escape reality fatality my city haunt me Afraid to step out of your front door, like them n***as want me They out to get it. They out for fitteds They out for blood. They out for kidneys They out for love. sh**, they out for Benjis They out for Capitol they out for spinach They trying to catch a milli, cuz we got bigger problems Streets talking, n***as plotting, my own n***as robbing And, that's word to Doe But, I'd rather spit a lecture, cuz tryna keep up wit the Joneses is just too much effort And, I'm lazy when it comes to what ain't ideal Life away from home, just tryna get an idea Cuz where I'm from they run up in it and then they flipping IKEAS Then preach to you that it's real. Infect the minds our kids. Insecticide to these bugs If they can't show respect or grow a testicle and let they're blessings show I suggest you know these country n***as next to blow cuz uhhh... [Hook] (x2)