[ESG]
    Just cuz we live in the country
  Doesn't mean that we slow
    [Chorus (ESG):]
    Country life
  Southern strife
  What gives you the damn right?
  To come pointin' fingers down at me?
  My life is so slow
    [First Verse (ESG):]
    I live that C-O
  The U-N
  The T to the R to the Y
  The E to the S to the G be screamin' Southside til' I die
  See I ride, with Carlos, or should I say the S-P-M?
  A six three, high, two D's, I almost cracked my damned rims
  I swang and bang, I do my thang
  Mary Jane be in my brain
  Codeine in the cup, got twenty's in the truck
  Hol up! Country life, we got horses and chickens
  But our chickens transform into ounces in the kitchen
  I ain't snitchin', I'm spittin' on what we do in Southern life
  Candy cars, ghetto stars, be sippin' Ball all night
  Two dice, swangin' and bangin' and doin' my thang all night
  I paid the price, to have my teeth filled with ice
  Look twice you might get blinded by the way my diamonds glisten
  E-S-G's who I be, boy I'm country like chitlins
  And cornbread, I'm gone fed, Kenny Red ain't no joke
  A last resort like Papa Roach
  Pass the sweet and let's smoke
  Cuz uh...
    [Chorus (2x)]
    [Second Verse (ESG):]
    Got to keep on truckin' baby to the end, cuz we got to make it through
  You see I know these K-K-K's, they on my trail, they searched my room
  Country life ain't all what it seems
  And, some of y'all think it's a muthafuckin' dream
  But I got many problems on my mind
  My weed tolerance is down and I can't get high
  Besides that, it's hot as Hell outside
  The temperature keeps on risin'
  And I ain't got A/C in my ride
  I don't abide
  I ain't the one, I ain't the dumb,
  Country man that you really think I am
  Country life
    [Chorus (2x)]
    [Third Verse (SPM):]
    I'm the country bumpkin, comin' out the South-uh
  Rascal like Spanky and Beesh is Alfalfa
  Pull it up out'cha, ki's in my couch-uh
  Eight in my fam, I don't give a damn about'cha
  Yowza, yowza I sleep with the cows-uh
  Rattlesnakes and crickets in my overall trowsers
  Got my own stable, own record label
  Sittin' on the table, eatin' steak and potatoes
  Sippin' on syrup, pickin' your girl up
  Take her to my trailer and she make my toes curl up
  Silence them boys when they see my toys
  My dooley, on twenty-two inch chrome alloys
  Got a bourbon that I stretched to fit twenty-four people
  Call me Chico with security that look like Deebo
  I used to hang in clubs sellin' tapes in the restrooms
  Now I float in the boat with six bedrooms
    [Chorus (2x)]