[Intro] Yeah, you hear that? That’s that backroad bass. I’m talkin' John Deere dreams and 12-gauge grace. Let’s go. [Verse 1] I was raised on grits, grease, and God’s good rain, Where the dogs run wild and the trucks got stains. Got a 30-06 in the gun rack restin’, And a Bible on the dash — that’s a country-blessed weapon. City boys laugh ‘til they stuck in the ditch, While I pull 'em out slow with a chaw in my lip. Got a flag on the porch, got a heart full of fight, Ain’t scared of no man — we were born in the night. Camo on my chest like it's Sunday best, With a bottle of Beam and a heart unrest. They say I changed since I hit that mic, But the mud in my blood still stickin' just right. [Hook] You can’t take the country outta me, nah — Boots stay muddy, soul stay raw. Still ride with the dogs and the light bar on, Still crack that can when the workday's gone. Ain’t no shame in the way I live, Got dirt in my veins, got nothin’ to give. Try to run, but the roots too deep — I’m the storm in the South with a fire you keep. [Verse 2] I talk slow, swing fast, don’t flinch, don’t fold, Learned to fight with my fists, now my words go gold. Raised by the code — respect or wreck, And I still say “sir” with a knife to your neck. Bonfires lit with the old pine wood, Got a crew full of outlaws misunderstood. We don't flex, we just show up strong, With a skull ring shine and a Hank Jr. song. I’m the shotgun sermon on a Saturday night, Got scars on my soul but my aim still right. From the fields to the mic, I’m the same ol' beast — Ain’t nothin' real slick ‘bout a man like me. [Hook] You can’t take the country outta me, nah — Boots stay muddy, soul stay raw. Still ride with the dogs and the light bar on, Still crack that can when the workday's gone. Ain’t no shame in the way I live, Got dirt in my veins, got nothin’ to give. Try to run, but the roots too deep — I’m the storm in the South with a fire you keep. [Bridge – Spoken Word Swagger] I don’t wear gold — I wear scars. My grill is a smoker. My stage is a barn. You call it redneck — I call it free. Try takin’ the country outta me? Good luck, G. [Final Hook – Big Energy] You can’t take the country outta me, nah — Cornbread fed and I stand by Ma. Still shoot straight, still speak my name, Still hold down folks who do the same. Ain’t no suit gonna cage this soul, I was born in the sticks with a heart made cold. Y’all ride trends — I ride chrome, And I ain’t leavin’ country — I’m bringin’ it home.

Outlaw Born