[Intro]
Keese

[Verse]
Ba-ba-back in the day, they laughed at me
Now they hittin' up my phone, sayin', "Gah damn, Keese
Where did this come from? Why you goin' so hard?
How a country boy spittin' all them bars?"
956 or 210
You can always find me on them backroads
Gettin' stoned while I'm just cruisin' slow
I'm headin' back to where my heart was grown
Fuck, man, lemme tell you somethin'
I'm hangin' with the dudes with the big ol' guns
Jail time to them be free vacation
But it's hard to find bodies that have been cremated
Keep that in mind if you fuck with me
Raised as a rebel runnin' wild'n'free
Ain't nobody shuttin' up or stoppin' me
I'm NFL, y'all lookin' like peewee
F-f-fuck dawg, whatchu think this is?
I got my 9 goin' blahp blahp, thinkin' I'll quit
I'm gonna rock this shit even when I'm dead and gone
My headphones bumpin' in my grave, ugh
2020 here, I can see it clearly
K, double E, S, E, you can check up yearly
If can't see yet, get you some lasik
Title my first album, Corneal Abrasion
No Visine, I'm comin' in red eyed
Stepped off Willie's bus, flyin' high
Blastin' off, starship at warp 9
"Space bars" for days when typin' these lines
It's my word that I will excel
No publisher to help me sell
They hate me when I use my voice
That's what I call a powerpoint
I'm unimpressed by all these rappers doin' this for a check
They need to check themselves before they get themselves wrecked, ha
Dip spittin' bars while I'm smashin' Skoals
Grizzly Long Cut with a Timber Wolf
I'm a fine cut, with some southern blend
Straight up natural, but I'm fuckin' mint
'92 S10, I crashed driftin'
Tryna impress a girl, new tires spinnin'
Fixed it up, zip ties and bailin' wire
Felt fresh as fuck while my engine misfired
Just like me, dawg, a little rough around the edges
Came from nothin', now I'm killin' the game with a fuckin' vengeance
And I swear to God that one day, I'ma be a fuckin' legend
Like the Man in Black, one piece at a time to build this engine
And I'll speak into existence what I see in my mind
Don't give a shit about what they think, they don't see the fuckin' grind
These rappers can't fuck with me, not even on my worst day
I'm Mayweather dodgin' hits, bitch, you can't even make weight
And fuck you too, I got my middle fingers up
One for the haters and one sayin' that I just don't give a fuck
I'm not in this for the cheese, I don't rap for fuckin' cheddar
I still slice you bitches up, because I'm only gettin' greater, haha
Don't be lookin' at me like you didn't see it coming
6th tracks in, and you know that I'm buzzin'?
I walked in this bitch like I was summoned
I opened that door, all I saw was nothin'
They don't want the smoke, I hold the lighter
Spittin' butane bars, that's how I start the fire
I'll come out swingin' when I hear that knockin'
You better be hopin' that our paths ain't crossin'
Damn, bruh, yeah, I can feel it now
No, country rap ain't ready like I'm raidin' the town
Outlaw, gun slingin', hell raisin' sum'bitch
They will remember my name like I was Billy The Kid
I ain't goin' anywhere, unless that place is up
Ain't no denyin', you know damn well that I'm gonna erupt
Like a volcano, spewin' lava, bars an endless array
Trappin' rappers with the ashes like the game is Pompeii