CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Ones Like Me
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When they put me in this box, they shoulda throwed away the key
I done spit so many bars I got construction worker teeth
Yeah, concrete on a calm beat, clear coat on the top, me
Tennessean so I stomp beats, bigfoot with the hard feet
Come to my neck of the woods and I'll flip-flop your Jeep
All the way down a big-a** hill into sh*t's creek with no cell reception
If country rap is a euphemism, I'm a pinnacle on the independent prism
Yeah, I got 'em like "How the f**k he do it? Yeah, he must be a Freemason
Or gettin' programmed by the Illuminati in an experimental type basements," yeah
And I'm like f**k y'all that's my credit, not even Baphomet can come and take it
Unless he wants to be up on my wall with the rappers I killed last season
Yeah, country rap, no cap at all, unless that motherf**ker's made of straw
Still sittin' on my front porch in my underwear scratchin' my balls, Church
And I don't chase fame, I let the fame chase me
And I ain't gonna change or let the change make me
And I don't need a camera, I don't watch TV
So don't ask me 'bout celebrities, I only celebrate
For the ones like me (Ones like me), woah-oh
For the ones like me, I only celebrate
For the ones like me (Ones like me), woah-oh
For the ones like me, for the ones like me
You know what you lackin'? (Lackin')
Hard work and pa**ion (Pa**ion)
These wack-a** rappers (Huh)
Talk sh*t, just actin'
How you goin' against the grain? Just askin'
We ain't even in the same lane, you trash man
Man, kiss the hands, you don't deserve a body bag
Fans come out to your show, they want their money back
You can't cover new streams, money
Stacked to the ceilin', can't see you, dummy
F**k a record deal I'd rather sit here with a beer can
Truck so high like I'm in a f**kin' deer stand
Look at my hands, callouses, workin'
Tougher than nails, you faggots is nerds and
Softer than baby sh*t, I'm on my crazy sh*t
E.S.T. 1980, b*t*h
Until the wheels fall off
And my hair turns gray when they put me in my grave
Bury me a G like back in 2Pac's day
Me and Church the new version of 2Pac and Dre
And I don't chase fame, I let the fame chase me
And I ain't gonna change or let the change make me
And I don't need a camera, I don't watch TV
So don't ask me 'bout celebrities, I only celebrate
For the ones like me (Ones like me), woah-oh
For the ones like me, I only celebrate
For the ones like me (Ones like me), woah-oh
For the ones like me, for the ones like me
When they put me in this box, they shoulda throwed away the key
I done spit so many bars I got construction worker teeth
Yeah, concrete on a calm beat, clear coat on the top, me
Tennessean so I stomp beats, bigfoot with the hard feet
Come to my neck of the woods and I'll flip-flop your Jeep
All the way down a big-a** hill into sh*t's creek with no cell reception
If country rap is a euphemism, I'm a pinnacle on the independent prism
Yeah, I got 'em like "How the f**k he do it? Yeah, he must be a Freemason
Or gettin' programmed by the Illuminati in an experimental type basements," yeah
And I'm like f**k y'all that's my credit, not even Baphomet can come and take it
Unless he wants to be up on my wall with the rappers I killed last season
Yeah, country rap, no cap at all, unless that motherf**ker's made of straw
Still sittin' on my front porch in my underwear scratchin' my balls, Church
And I don't chase fame, I let the fame chase me
And I ain't gonna change or let the change make me
And I don't need a camera, I don't watch TV
So don't ask me 'bout celebrities, I only celebrate
For the ones like me (Ones like me), woah-oh
For the ones like me, I only celebrate
For the ones like me (Ones like me), woah-oh
For the ones like me, for the ones like me
You know what you lackin'? (Lackin')
Hard work and pa**ion (Pa**ion)
These wack-a** rappers (Huh)
Talk sh*t, just actin'
How you goin' against the grain? Just askin'
We ain't even in the same lane, you trash man
Man, kiss the hands, you don't deserve a body bag
Fans come out to your show, they want their money back
You can't cover new streams, money
Stacked to the ceilin', can't see you, dummy
F**k a record deal I'd rather sit here with a beer can
Truck so high like I'm in a f**kin' deer stand
Look at my hands, callouses, workin'
Tougher than nails, you faggots is nerds and
Softer than baby sh*t, I'm on my crazy sh*t
E.S.T. 1980, b*t*h
Until the wheels fall off
And my hair turns gray when they put me in my grave
Bury me a G like back in 2Pac's day
Me and Church the new version of 2Pac and Dre
And I don't chase fame, I let the fame chase me
And I ain't gonna change or let the change make me
And I don't need a camera, I don't watch TV
So don't ask me 'bout celebrities, I only celebrate
For the ones like me (Ones like me), woah-oh
For the ones like me, I only celebrate
For the ones like me (Ones like me), woah-oh
For the ones like me, for the ones like me
