Yelawolf - Renegades lyrics

[Intro] "I got a gun for a mouth And a bullet with your name on it So don't breathe when I talk 'cause you haven't been spoken to But a trigger for a heart beating blood from an empty pocket" [Verse 1: Yelawolf] I got blue wheels on a Harley blades And a trail in the sunrays Me and this lady, man It's like church on a Sunday I'm up from my rocker But rock and roll is my papa Raised me up on this gasoline Billy Jean was my mama Broken hearts turned to spoken art My blood is like lava Hard as a rock when I'm cold Yet I can flow just like water Grew up with people that's lethal Grew up with hustling daughters Mothers and fathers alike Like it or not when you saw us Live my life like a rebel The devil's hot on my tracks But I won't run from my demons No, I embrace them in fact So remember my spirit When that Slumerican flag waves From entrepreneurs to losers Users and runaways [Hook] "But a trigger for a heart beating blood from an empty pocket" From entrepreneurs, losers To users and renegades For factory workers, servers And hustlers all the same Single mothers and others Nobodies, prisoners, no-names For entrepreneurs, losers To users and runaways [Verse 2: Yelawolf] Alcohol in my system to face the system of living Marijuana rolled up, money on tables for women For the strippers and divas For those who didn't believe us We went from single wide homes to homes with twenty foot ceilings You may say you hate money, money isn't the issue with you And all of your bullsh**, you bullsh** me and I miss you Save your tears for your love, smile when love ain't around I'm in the booth for my family, yes I'm holding you down Keep pressing play every day And if they hate, let them hate Believe in you and that's all you can do, so f** what they say And remember my spirit when that Slumerican flag waves From entrepreneurs, losers to users and renegades [Hook] "But a trigger for a heart beating blood from an empty pocket" From entrepreneurs, losers To users and renegades For factory workers, servers And hustlers all the same Single mothers and others Nobodies, prisoners, no-names For entrepreneurs, losers To users and runaways "I got a gun for a mouth And a bullet with your name on it So don't breathe when I talk 'cause you haven't been spoken to But a trigger for a heart beating blood from an empty pocket"