Correction Lyrics Go For It by Upchurch

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Church, church

A lot of people think that I'm somethin' I'm not
One thing I am is everything I say in my songs
If anybody got a question 'bout the life I live
Ask up don't paint a picture if you ain't even got the cam piece
I'm a loud mouth, crooked teeth, it ain't no doubt
Flag flappin' in my truck, got pride for the south
I ain't a redneck commercial for the show to tell
I ain't your next dollar in your pocket lookin' like a drought
f*ck that, f*ck them
I'm sick of people puttin' stereotypes on a kid
Other rappers lookin' at me trying to copy all of my shit
Your final needs in my face turn red
On a whole 'nother level but not even for myself
But for every single artist that is sittin' on a shelf
Every kid with a dream who can't sleep that well
'Cause mommy and daddy call the cops call 'cause all they do is yell

If you're gonna yell something, yell loud to the sky
Get the hell fired then ask God why
We only get one go make it worth that ride
Switch lanes, lights on and the seat recline
(Recline-cline-cline-cline-cline-cline-cline-cline)
We only get one go make it worth that ride
Switch lanes, lights on and the seat recline

I went from holes in my jeans and loose change in my clothes
Strugglin' for the pennies now my trucks have turbos
For people wishin' that I would crash and fail
Now I'm burnin' up the city with that superstar sound
Still reppin' every single person in my zone
Twelve point buck racks mounted on my throne
I guess I'm robbin' the hood with a backpack of arrows
The barefoot bandit chasin' that dinero
I never would have thought I'd see the things I am
Sometimes when I'm high I gotta pinch my skin
Hopin' that I don't wake up and everything is a lie
My Paw Paw passed away then the state took the farm
You don't know my struggle or why I fight so hard
'Cause everything I've had has been taken even my own yard
Bein' kicked to the curb with the rent past due
Eviction noticed on the door and I had a breakthrough
Yeah I packed my shit, said f*ck my friends
They was all on drugs not goin' nowhere
Just sittin' in a room passin' 'round that weed
That their parents paid for or some petty-ass shit
So I put the blunt down, stood up in the smoke
I told them I wasn't goin' down as a hometown joke
So I bought a pack of pens and paper, let's go
I'm Upchurch baby watch the story unfold

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