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Uh 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
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