Yo! What up? This Caine
Y’all run around thinking y’all thug?
Come down to where I’m from, the country.
I’m going to let y’all in on it.
Let y’all hear what we about down here.

I’m going to tell you a little bit about this man I know.
He’s a true country boy. Someone you don’t want to fuck with.
His name is Billy Baker. He lives on Hargis Road.
Give him a 12 pack of Coors and he’s ready to go.
Don’t feed that man no whiskey, cause then he might get rude.
He’s a Southern Bred, country boy ready to act a fool.

McEwen, Tennessee that’s where I stay.
Popular Grove is where I was raised.
Back in the sticks where the deer all graze.
Chickens in the front yard, Dogs in the back.
Didn’t worry about nothing, because everything’s straight.
Then we moved into town I was 7 or 8.
Hated my life but then it grew on me
Now I’m 19, they keep a tool on me.

Too many snake bitches in the grass
Too many Junkies out by the train tracks.
Take a ride down an old dirt road,
You can smell the meth cooking from a mile away.
Better mix it right, don’t let blow your face.
You say you’re hard, you think you’re a gangster,
Till you come down here and meet a country banger.
What’s up bitch, get dropped like an anchor!

Been repin’ it for the Dirty South,
Where we all talk slow and we got each other’s back.
This small town living got me feeling real right.
Let’s take a shot of whiskey and chase it down with a Spirte!
Then hit the bonfire and hope to see a fight,
Or hit a backroad get higher than a kite.

There’s so many options when you live where I’m from!
So many options when you live where I’m from!

Want some pills? I can get you some.
Want a good deal? I can get you one.

So many options when you live where I’m from!
So many options when you live where I’m from!

McEwen Tennessee so you know where I’m from
Trying to stack your paper I can put you on.

So many options when you live where I’m from!
So many options when you live where I’m from!

Where you live where I’m from you say fuck the cops.
Throw middle fingers on up to the ops!
Ride on through with a burn in my lap.
Then come back through and let the motherfucker clap.
Don’t let me catch you lackin’ cause then this shit’s mine.
McEwen Tennessee boy we stay on a grid.
Waverly ass bitches wait your turn in line.
Return on the king and the crown in mine.

Want them pills? Better roll up to Sonic.
Want that Crack? Better hit the train tracks.
Want some smoke? Better fine the Horn.

Been money on my mind ever since I was born.
In this lil ole town there’s to many heads to bust
So ain’t no way that I’m not gonna score.

931 all the way to my core!
931 all the way to my core!

Just a bunch of country boys holding it down
And we all sip whiskey and know how to fight.
Don’t get wrong or the fist they gonna fly.
When you live down here this shit is do or die!
Get with this shit or get left behind.
If you can’t get the picture than you must be blind!

So many options when you live where I’m from!
So many options when you live where I’m from!

Want some pills? I can get you some.
Want a good deal? I can get you one.

So many options when you live where I’m from!
So many options when you live where I’m from!

McEwen Tennessee so you know where I’m from
Trying to stack your paper I can put you on.

So many options when you live where I’m from!
So many options when you live where I’m from!