We come from Back in the hollers We got sweat On our blue collars The living's hard But the living's good You see God sent The heavens down And hung 'em 'round My neck of the woods

I swear this music in my genes like Denim Lyricism seeping, I'm like venom Yes, I know the flow hotter than Lucifer Even though heaven sent him God damn, god damn, conversations with legends Crazy how one day your idols can turn into your brethren