[Intro]
(This is KalaniOnDaBeat)

[Chorus: Reba McEntire]
That's the, that's the, that's the, that's the
That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia
That's the night that they hung an innocent man
Well, don't trust your soul to no backwoods Southern lawyer
'Cause the judge in the town's got bloodstains on his hands

[Verse 1: Upchurch]
I'm the outlaw, baby, trust two people and my pistol
If you askin' 'bout some drama, I know nothin' I ain't snitchin'
Use my pen as a missile, do a track like it's Bristol
Checkered wrap, gold chain, platinum truck, record crystal
Got the hustle when I flow, I'm embodyin' the Memphis
Beale Street in the '50s, on some B.B. King and Elvis
Everybody hatin' now 'causе the past is my apprentice
I ain't with all that division spillin' out thе television
Everybody down south hoppin' in about the business
We don't do not politickin' when it comes to our complexion
We ain't, we ain't never scared, tell a hater (Yeah, ho)
Pullin' up like Billy Ray with the shades down low
Chandelier glisten in my backwoods chateau
Lights out for some people but we generate the glow
[Chorus: Reba McEntire]
That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia
That's the night that they hung an innocent man
Well, don't trust your soul to no backwoods Southern lawyer
'Cause the judge in the town's got bloodstains on his hands

[Verse 2: Upchurch]
I ain't nothin' but a hound dog, motherfucker
They'll never cut my sound off, motherfucker
Chewin' up the competition 'cause they all some Hubba Bubba
We makin' hip-hop babies, give the microphone a rubber
Yeah, the singles made me single, even back when I was younger
Had the Caddy jam-packed with the college girls in Knoxville
Yeah, keys to the cut, locksmith motherfucker
Still leave the car runnin' at the Exxon, no trouble
Yeah, it's lonely at the top, get respected at the bottom
Some people write songs, give me chisels for the column
So dope you know I gotta keep my own lines dotted
Illuminati try to get you if you truth tell partner

[Chorus: Reba McEntire & Ryan Upchurch]
That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia
That's the night that they hung an innocent man
Well, don't trust your soul to no backwoods Southern lawyer
'Cause the judge in the town's got bloodstains on his hands
[Verse 3: Upchurch]
Hillbilly, hillbilly, hell yeah, I'm for real with it
No one put it on the mic 'cause I'm a killer, still killin'
Psycho with the weird lyrics, sittin' in your rear mirror
Look back and they crash because they scared to see a real winner
Ayy, blue collar, blue suede, rollin' deep, my circle lookin' like Cascade
Southern accent accidentally serenade your bae
I got barbeque shorties thicker than the Everglades
Ayy, neon in my veins y'all, murder tracks, no John Walsh
I could sneeze on beats and sling you rappers like a ragdoll
Damn I need a rag y'all, I am what they can't solve
Got power in the game now watch me cut these hater's lights off

[Chorus: Reba McEntire & Ryan Upchurch]
That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia
That's the night that they hung an innocent man
Well, don't trust your soul to no backwoods Southern lawyer
'Cause the judge in the town's got bloodstains on his hands