The Country lyrics

[Hook] (2x):

Out in the country, trying to fly out of the country
Counting up the money as the kill burns
A couple n*ggas 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 ass in the last week puffing a cig
I'm Fishing for bass, cuffin the ass 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*ck 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*ggas 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 assert 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