Yeah, Church
Two years in this shit motherfuckers
I could either sell out or keep it realY′all already know what I'm doin′ (let the BandPlay)
Ri-ri, ri-ri-ri
Ridin' through Louisiana pistol slid between the seats
Safety off one in the chamber, go ahead and fuck with me
I don't own no comic books, but bitch I got the magazines
And when I stay in these hotels, my boys got them AR-15s
People talkin′ shit, haters comin′ out the wood work
But they ain't even ′bout it, bring that shit out in the road though
If you got somethin' to say then go and call your orthodontist
You ain′t fuckin' with my people, that′s one thing I'll always promise
It's that rebel flag wavin′ speakers bumpin′ somethin' Southern on ′em
Skin I got them honky's with them Dirty Harry′s always on 'em
I see people tryna call me, but that shit ain′t ever gonna work
You messin' with the legend, and I thought I already told them boys
When you hear Redneck, just know they talkin' ′bout me
Yeah, my work ethic crazy, blame the bags of concrete
See I was workin′ construction, now I construct on the mic
I put emotions in these lyrics that I picked up in life
And I be slangin' mortar mix, cuttin′ tile, hangin' drywall
Payin′ bills and strugglin', and that′s why I keep it, die hard
You don't know me, quit lyin' motherfucker
You don′t know me, quit lyin′ motherfucker
They be like, "Church grew up rich, you can tell, look at how he dress
How he gonna say he country, he went out and bought a 'Vette"
Son, I grew up in trailers, me and mama penny pinchin′
Now I stay providin' for my family, you ain′t gonna end it
I got too much to lose for some punk ass bitch
To be talkin' reckless ′bout me 'cause you won't do shit
And you can ask my old lady, yeah, I′m nice but do not press my buttons
I don′t mind to rot in prison, my family taken care of buddy
I'm the oldest of four brothers, I put albums out like candy bars
I just wanna be myself, fuck actin′ like a superstar
And I ain't into rappin′ 'bout some shit that I ain′t live before
And that's what separates my shit from all you bitch ass lil' boys
When you hear Redneck, just know they talkin′ ′bout me
Yeah, my work ethic crazy, blame the bags of concrete
See I was workin' construction, now I construct on the mic
I put emotions in these lyrics that I picked up in life
And I be slangin′ mortar mix, cuttin' tile, hangin′ drywall
Payin' bills and strugglin′, and that's why I keep it, die hard
You don't know me, quit lyin′ motherfucker
You don′t know me, quit lyin' motherfucker
I got like 50 different Chevys, and they all a different shade of gray
I started doin′ country rap, the insults start to fade away
You're gonna take me serious ′cause you do not even have a choice
Well, real rednecks emerge when I come and kick it at the shows
Whiskey drinkin', pot smokin′, bible belt up on my waist
Pocket full of fucks that I won't ever have to give away
And it's okay if you don′t like me, I didn′t even ask you to
You wanna shoot me birds, well that's okay partner then fuck you too
When you hear Redneck, just know they talkin′ 'bout me
Yeah, my work ethic crazy, blame the bags of concrete
See I was workin′ construction, now I construct on the mic
I put emotions in these lyrics that I picked up in life
And I be slangin' mortar mix, cuttin′ tile, hangin' drywall
Payin' bills and strugglin′, and that′s why I keep it, die hard
You don't know me, quit lyin′ motherfucker
You don't know me, quit lyin′ motherfucker
Church, man, I ain't got a problem with none of y′all
But what I do got a problem with is y'all comin' out to woodwork
Actin′ like I′m supposed to do somethin' for you and cater to you
I ain′t gotta cater to you, I don't even fuckin′ know you
So quit actin' like I fuckin′ owe you somethin' 'cause I don′t owe you shit
Church!
