Upchurch - Alpha Omega (redneck Remix) lyrics

Church Church Church Church Yea, I got one life to live I got six in the chamber Travel with no safety cause I’m facin danger Got people who hate me, my words may have angered But I put a pop on the crazy a** stranger Who’s holding the knife claiming that he can take me With five of his buddies and that’s full of Broadway But they do not realize my life is important Got plenty of people I love and am supporting So you bring that knife and I’ll bring that Mel Gibson As for lethal weapon no need for admission There’s no a** an a** fool that my lips are kissin I’m too busy winning to worry bout dissin I’m rolling up one in a tailgate in Cheatham Wondering one day if I’ll be a legend I got god on my side you see my play is to Heaven The way that I rap you think I’d k**ed the devil I’m rapping that dirty until I’m in a casket And when that day comes make sure I look fantastic And ride me through town in a truck that’s Jura**ic Just give me my pistol and load it and strap it Lets ride in that light to another dimension My heritage tatted b**h I am from Dixie You wanna take shots but I’m reloading too quickly Your aim is all f**ed so your bullets don’t hit me b**h, I am the cowboy the last of the Mohican sh**, I am the cowboy the last of the Mohican Yeah, I am the cowboy the last of the Mohican b**h, I am the cowboy the last of the Mohican If Papa was here then he’d probably be proud But skip all my shows cause that sh** is too loud But he’s looking down from way up in the clouds And I’m taking his traites to go show all my crowds Carry my gun places I’m not allowed People will k** ya to be noticed now My Instagram followers 500 thou And these f**ing devices are driving me wild I get criticized by the truth that I’ve found But credit for sh** that just flows out my mouth Love all my fans, put it down for the south You couldn’t trade my the world for me to go so loud Ripped up jeans what the f** you mean Got Wal-Mart boots f** a big brand name sh** I barely have gas in my old Grand Am Now I’m puffing on the grams sittin back like damn Got plenty of people telling me we are related And their brother’s uncle’s mama went to school with my daddy And how much money do I make and what the f** is my salary I’m a motherf**ing leader y’all are sending me calvary Dropping bombs on the clock like I’m k**ing it hourly All I got is courage cause my competition is cowardly Used to make all my money painting high on the balcony Now I started chasing my dreams and now my dreams a reality (sh**) And anybody trying to hook chains in my path But their with the rear rim ripping into their a** And post a picture of your face on a Craigslist ad Five buck is all for your cliche a** Where the f** is my knowledge is [?] I’m all military minded so you get no apologies Real a** lyrics b**h I got a lot of these Out of all of the country rappers b**h I am the protege (What) Ha, aw sh** bring the beat back Six white crackers baking outta that black Cadillac f** that bring the beat back South Carolina rubbin up on my big fat a** Rolling up on that like my Mustang is legal Watching the sunset with my eyes red as the devil Pitchfork sh** (what) lookin like I’m medieval I might go a little slow but don’t f** with my people (what) Yeah, I am the cowboy the last of the Mohican sh**, I am the cowboy the last of the Mohican Aw yeah, I am the cowboy the last of the Mohican (You know it) b**h, I am the cowboy the last of the Mohican (Church) I am the cowboy motherf**a The f** is you sayin (Church) The last of the Mohican The f** is you sayin (Church) b**h I am the cowboy The f** is you sayin (Church) The last of the Mohican The f** is you sayin (Church)