[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)]