Come on, Kal

(Troy Taylor, you the G.O.A.T.)
I'm from a town nobody knows
Cuban links, mouths full of gold
Where the gators lurk and the gangsters roam
All on my side of town
In the backwoods with a Backwoods (yup)
Got the gang with me, up to no good
Every time I come down, man, it's all love
And they'll ride for your boy, so I'm insured
Dirt bikes ridin' down an open road
Turn 18, jumpin' off of that porch
No red lights, all we know is go
On my side of town
I'm from a town nobody knows
Cuban links, mouths full of gold
Where the gators lurk and the gangsters roam
All on my side of town (My side)
Rims on an old-school, goin' full speed
Where the countryside and the projects meet
If you're lookin' for me, you know where I'll be
I'm on my side of town (my side)
Might keep a tool in the tool box
And I keep George on the boombox
And I got drip like a juice box
And when I was coming up, I kept my money in a shoe box
Scrape change to go to Miss Johnnie Mae's (yes, sir)
Goin' to the park for a basketball game
Tryna get crib for your Mama one day
With a whole lot of land and a boat on a lake
Dirt bikes ridin' down an open road
Turn 18, jumpin' off of that porch
No red lights, all we know is go
On my side of town
I'm from a town nobody knows
Cuban links, mouths full of gold
Where the gators lurk and the gangsters roam
All on my side of town (my side)
Rims on an old-school, goin' full speed
Where the countryside and the projects meet
If you're lookin' for me, you know where I'll be
I'm on my side of town (my side)
Come on down, have a look and you'll see
Boy, 'round here, ain't a damn thing sweet
'Cept that girls we love and the tea we drink
All on my side of town
Yeah
I ain't grow up with no neighbors, grew up in-between two fields
I remember pickin' Daddy up from workin' at that mill
13, tryna sneak a sip, like Zebco, I keep it real
Down here, you get a whip then throw some D's on that bih
Tailgate, lunch break, that's the way you get it in
And don't come 'cross that county line unless you tryna throw some hands
Only tickets I pay is at a football game
Town might be small, but that shotgun ain't, hey
Dirt bikes ridin' down an open road
Turn 18, jumpin' off of that porch
No red lights, all we know is go
On my side of town
I'm from a town nobody knows
Cuban links, mouths full of gold
Where the gators lurk and the gangsters roam
All on my side of town (my side)
Rims on an old-school, goin' full speed
Where the countryside and the projects meet
If you're lookin' for me, you know where I'll be
I'm on my side of town (my side)
Come on down, have a look and you'll see
Boy, 'round here, ain't a damn thing sweet
'Cept that girls we love and the tea we drink
All on my side of town (my side)