I was trying to find something I could beDowntown Music Road, TennesseeSinging songs that they wrote wasn't meant for meIn the knockoff blues and their flannel teesYou've never been for where I'm from, so how do you know me?I'm 35's red clay down in PCBNever been to the Mason-Nixon's, but I've seen those county linesMud graphs on the back road drifting, southern bell rubbing on my thigh22 in the back seat loaded, mag lights sitting by my sideGame would've been trying to catch me, trail cams on the power lineRed dirt on my square toes, but I wear those when I go out to breakMy tattoos and my cutoffs, they clean the mud off and I didn't even makeShe's in West Palm, but she's a Bama girl, she got baby blues, but I couldn't have her dailyIn Rock Bar with express cars, popping bottles hard like I'm stopping at a majorI was trying to find something I could beDowntown Music Road, TennesseeSinging songs that they wrote wasn't meant for meIn the knockoff blues and their flannel teesYou've never been for where I'm from, so how do you know me?I'm 35's red clay down in PCBBut y'all fake y'alls, I got scholarships off of late docsI was a rapper just for TikTok until I started catching in your hate on meI like acoustic and I like trap out in Nolensville is where my mic's atI'm a little different so the rappers know me, but you buckle bunnies don't like thatSkid truck, I just killed a big buckSipping on some good stuff, bump into some wood stuff808's mixed up with the banjo, foreign wrapped in camoI bet all of y'all fans know about KijieI was trying to find something I could beDowntown Music Road, TennesseeSinging songs that they wrote wasn't meant for meIn the knockoff blues and their flannel teesYou've never been for where I'm from, so how do you know me?I'm 35's red clay down in PCB