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White boy thuggin' from the red clay, yeah
Trailer park sittin' by the highway
OK, L.A. on the play scene
Sent from the mud, never sideways
We was eatin' cold beans out the tin can
Mama got two jobs, still thin, man
White trash on her lips when the wind ran
Turned every slur to a game plan
Hand me down jeans, whole lil' leash neat
Bus stop fight, they ain't pick me
Said we wouldn't be, shh, now they see
We from that white trash, red like a crown
Came up out the gravel, they can't put us down
If you sudden and survivin, you already winnin
In these Oklahoma streets, every day we sendin
So don't get me wrong, you'll get returned to sender
Returned to sender
We ain't bad people, we ain't offenders
Four broke white boys, tougher than them rich city members
Rust on the truck, but it still run
Stashed in the dash just in case something come
Cousin did time, came back, went on
Passed on the back like a tattoo drone
Church on Sunday, cuss on Monday
Tryna keep clean, but the dirt love me
Police ride slow, eyes on my face
Like my skin the only crime in this place
We from that white trash, red like a crown
Came up out the gravel, they can't put us down
If you sudden and survivin, you already winnin
In these Oklahoma streets, every day we sendin
So don't get me wrong, you'll get returned to sender
Returned to sender
We ain't bad people, we ain't offenders
Four broke white boys, tougher than them rich city members
Trailer park kings in a world that don't want us
Still we gon' swing when they frontin' us
We ain't ask for respect, we just took that
Turned every laugh to a look back
We from that white trash, red like a crown
Came up out the gravel, they can't put us down
If you sudden and survivin, you already winnin
In these Oklahoma streets, every day we sendin
So don't get me wrong, you'll get returned to sender