Whoa, we ain’t goin fold We been down this old lonely road, that country road Everybody can’t go Get lost, won’t make it home I say Whoa, we ain’t goin fold We been down this old lonely road, that country road Everybody can’t go Get lost, won’t make it home I say
Got a gun in the glovebox, one on the seat Plus I got about a half a dozen felonies More money more problems so now I got beef And I ain’t tryin to box so you can catch three Let it breathe Ok, proceed You a long way from city lights and concrete You could lose your life, get buried by a tree Or you can do right and walk right around me And you could get killed cause of who you standing next to I could send a crazy white boy out to check you Suggest you make your next move, your best move ‘Cause out here you ain’t getting rescued And there ain’t no GPS No ambulance, police, and no EMS That’s a lot of pressure to deal with the stress So how you gonna breathe with my foot on your chest
Whoa, we ain’t goin fold We been down this old lonely road, that country road Everybody can’t go Get lost, won’t make it home I say Whoa, we ain’t goin fold We been down this old lonely road, that country road Everybody can’t go Get lost, won’t make it home I say
Yea I’m violent Violence Riot Don’t like it You keep getting pushed around, maybe you should try it Rather live on my feet then on my knees dying And I don’t mind beef, maybe you should diet Silence Okay, let’s keep ridin Down this country road I’m in the Chevy flying So much smoke, barely open up my eyelids And I’m just hopin I can find where you hiding Let’s take a walk where the sidewalk ends I don’t talk, I don’t fold, I don’t break, I don’t bend You could be yourself but you try to pretend To be somebody else just so you could blend in So where we go from here You’re stuck to the bottom cause your vision ain’t clear I hung with the bottom but they tried to hold me there And now I’m at the top and they swear it ain’t fair
Whoa, we ain’t goin fold We been down this old lonely road, that country road Everybody can’t go Get lost, won’t make it home I say Whoa, we ain’t goin fold We been down this old lonely road, that country road Everybody can’t go Get lost, won’t make it home I say