Yeah — where I’m from, it ain’t written down, it’s just known.

Ain’t no book, just backroad law,
Handshakes count, we don’t talk flaws.
Keep your word, keep your kin fed,
If you cross one, then the dirt turns red.
We don’t flex fake — we flex survival,
Still pray hard, still pack revival.
If the bass don’t thump like a heartbeat does,
Then it ain’t real enough for us.

Loyalty louder than your chain’s tone,
You earn your respect, you don’t buy your home.

That’s that country code, boots on oath,
Speak with your chest and back your folks.
Ain’t no cap when the truth gets told,
We built this bond like barbed wire gold.
Yeah, that country code, stand ten toes deep,
We bleed in the field before we cheat.
Faith in the grind, pride in the load —
Die before you break that country code.

I seen boys turn ghost when it got tight,
But the real ones stay through the long night.
My circle small — no seats for snakes,
We eat what we kill, no hand-me plates.
If you see me shine, just know I paid,
With sunburnt hours and dues I laid.
Ain’t no shortcuts down this road,
Just gut, grit, and that country code.

Loyalty louder than your chain’s tone,
You earn your respect, you don’t buy your home.

That’s that country code, boots on oath,
Speak with your chest and back your folks.
Ain’t no cap when the truth gets told,
We built this bond like barbed wire gold.
Yeah, that country code, stand ten toes deep,
We bleed in the field before we cheat.
Faith in the grind, pride in the load —
Die before you break that country code.

We don’t snitch, we don’t switch,
We just rise from every ditch.
If I fall, my brother lift,
That’s the law — no counterfeit.

That’s that country code, mud on soul,
Same old roots with a new bankroll.
Still got dust where the gold should show,
Still die before I break that code.
Yeah, that country code, the creed we wrote,
In the smoke, in the sweat, in every note.
Faith in the grind, pride in the load —
Die before you break that country code.