Red Clay

I was tryna find something I could be
Downtown Music Row, Tennessee
Singing songs that they wrote wasn't meant for me
In the knock off boots and the flannel tee
You've never been from where I'm from
So how do you know me?
I'm 35s red clay down in PCB

Never been to the Mason-Dixon but I seen those country lines
Mud graps on a back road drifting
Southern belle rubbing on my thigh
22 in the back seat loaded
Mag lite sitting by my side
Game warden tryna catch me
Trail cams on a power line

Red dirt on my square toes
But I wear those when I go out to breakers
My tattoos and my cut-off
She clean the mud off and I didn't even make her
She in West Palm but she a Bama girl
She got baby blue but I could never date her
In Rock Bar with Express cards
Popping bottles like I'm signed to a major

I was tryna find something I could be
Downtown Music Row, Tennessee
Singing songs that they wrote wasn't meant for me
In the knock off boots and the flannel tee
You've never been from where I'm from
So how do you know me?
I'm 35s red clay down in PCB

My twang real but y'all fake yalls
I got scholarship off of late docs
I wasn't rapper just for TikTok
Until I started country and y'all hate on me
I like acoustic and I like trap out
In Nolensville is where my mics at
I'm a little different so the rappers know me

But your buckle bunnies don't like that
Ski truck I just killed a big buck
Sipping on some good stuff
Bumping to some hood stuff
808 mix it with the banjo
Foreign rapped in camo
I bet all your fans know about Kidd G

I was tryna find something I could be
Downtown Music Row, Tennessee
Singing songs that they wrote wasn't meant for me
In the knock off boots and the flannel tee
You've never been from where I'm from
So how do you know me?
I'm 35s red clay down in PCB