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The Other Way
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Upchurch
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Church, Church, Church, Church Where'd it all begin, pourin' 'crete on a job site Paintin' on some trim, caulk makin' my blue jeans white Sittin' in Belle Meade eatin' wits on a Wednesday With my last eight dollars Tuesday before Friday It's payday on the table, 10 by the hour Feelin' hell and paint fumes, sweatin' every single hour Hot and sticky from the old rags simmer gloss on my white skin Pride of where I'm from, blue collar with good sin I'm fearless, put your f*ckin' pistol away (Come on) p*ssy use weapons bitch I'm throwin' hands every day (Lets go) But if you're gonna use a knife I'll bring an M1 Garand f*ckin' with me gonna cost you 'bout a arm and a leg Blood drippin' out the gate of 90 model Chevy (Ha) No guns in the trunk and it didn't come from Bambi (Nope) Bitch I'm Jason Voorhees don't f*ck with my temper Got a mind like Norman Bates with hair like Justin Bieber (Ha ha ha) I feel like Daryl Dixon, I just wanna slaughter Feel like I'm the king and I just got a say I'm sittin' on a hill with crosshairs on your face And honestly believe I'm thinkin' a whole different way I live a different way, I say different shit I stand behind my words, you won't catch me slip And all the boots that I wear cost about a stack and a half If you don't like me bitch you can kiss my ass Yeah I feel like Elvis Presley, actually kinda catchy Ain't nothin' but a hound dog hangin' 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, brother, walk the other way Pull up in the parkin' lot soundin' like a honky-tonk Takin' no body's shit, yeah that's what daddy taught Craigslist junkie, ain't no tellin' what I'll roll up in Console, yeah, Churchman fidden to roll a bit Spittin' up a swish Larry Bird with the willow Bitch I go hard like I'm half armadillo I'm on fire like hippies with Maria cigarillos People sleepin' on me like their own fifty pillow Down from the underground, cold like well water Bleed orange on the daily, Tennessee motherf*cker Chico born, Ashland 'cause I'm hot shit Number 2 pencilwoods sold for a hand bitch 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 in tall grass That materialistic shit is not what I'm about I'm from every real motherf*cker in the south 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, brother, walk the other way The other way The other way Just keep on walkin' The other way I don't want your f*ckin' little input, I don't want you to invest in me I want to do this all by my motherf*ckin' self Because I wanna show the world that this shit can be done by your motherf*ckin' self So watch me do me Let the BandPlay Church, Church Church, Church, Church, Church Church, Church, Church, Church
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