Church, Church, Church, Church
Where did I begin, pouring ‘crete on a job sight
Painting on some
[?] making my blue jeans white
Sitting in Bell
[?] Wednesday
With my last 8 dollars
[?] Friday
It’s payday on the table, 10 by the hour
Feeling hell and paint fumes, sweating every single hour
[?] simmer gloss on my white skin
Pride of where I’m from, blue collar with
[?]
I’m fearless, put your f**ing pistol away
p**y use weapons b**h I’m throwing hands every day
But if you’re gonna use a knife I’ll bring an M1 Garand
f**ing with me gonna cost you ’bout a arm and a leg
Blood dripping at the
[?] of 90 model Chevy
No guns in the trunk and it didn’t come from Bambi
‘Cause I’m dressing
[?] don’t f** with my temper
Got a mind like Norman Bates with hair like Justin Bieber
I feel like Gerald Dixon, I just want
[?]
Feel like I’m the king and I just got a say
I’m sitting on a hill with crosshairs on your face
And honestly believe I’m thinking a whole different way
I live a different way, I say different sh**
I stand behind my words, you won’t catch me slip
And all the boots of the
[?]
If you don’t like me b**h you can kiss my a**
Yeah I feel like Elvis Presley, extra kinda catchy
Ain’t nothing but a hound dog hanging out the Chevy
Other rappers don’t impress me, honestly I hate the industry
They make it impossible to do it independently
I don’t need your handouts, I don’t need your change
You can take your money, brother, walk the other way
I don’t need your handouts, I don’t need your change
You can take your money, buddy, walk the other way
Pull up in the parking lot sounding like a honky-tonk
Taking no body’s sh**, yeah that’s what daddy taught me
Craigslist junkie, ain’t no telling what I’ll roll up in
Console, yeah, Churchman feeling
[?]
Splitting up
[?] buried with the willow
b**h I go hard like I’m half armadillo
I’m on fire like hippies with
[?] cigarillos
People sleeping on me like they
[?]
Down from the underground, cold like well water
Bleed orange on the daily, Tennessee motherf**er
[?] born, Ashland ’cause I’m hot sh**
Number 2 pencil woods
[?]
If I ever get a Grammy I swear I’ll use it to shoot at
And throw it in the burn pile and watch it melt
[?]
Materialistic sh** is not what I’m about
I’m from every real motherf**er in this house
I don’t need your handouts, I don’t need your change
You can take your money, brother, walk the other way
I don’t need your handouts, I don’t need your change
You can take your money, buddy, walk the other way
The other way
The other way
Just keep on walking
The other way
I don’t want your f**ing little implant, I don’t want you to invest in me
I want to do this all by my motherf**ing self
Because I wanna show the world that this sh** can be done by your motherf**ing self
So watch me do
(Let the band play)
Church, Church
Church, Church, Church, Church
Church, Church, Church, Church