Conspiracy

Yeah, yeah
 Church
 Man, I know I'm getting stupid hella
 views, closet got about a hundred pair of boots
 Looking like the set of Walker Texas
 Ranger every time you step inside my fucking room
 Gun sitting in the corner loaded ready
 when the thief is stealing shit about my yard
 I don't even call the Cheatham County police,
 I just call the morgue to get you out my yard
 I got more connections than a box of
 Legos, got enough bread to buy a fucking Lambo
 But I'd rather buy mud trucks,
 smoke good weed and roll that shit by the fucking handfull
 Yeah, I'm tatted up, 26, from the stix, got a gift, so legit
 How I spit from the trip,
 bought a single wide trailer and I made that pimped (Oh yeah)
 Got the 'Vette on fleek with the top of the
 house, no shoes, no shirt, with the sunshine out
 But I won't get burned,
 still cold in south, shit, dawg, just bring that microphone out
 Yeah, I'm black on black,
 the intimidator, still making noise like damn cicadas
 This white boy got a little bit of
 flavor, still keep it country like grape tomatoes
 Tailgates dropping on the south
 side, got that black smoke steady rolling
 Glovebox got that James Bond and I ain't scared to bust you open
 From the land of I don't trust you so don't take my shit too serious
 Unless you're trying to fuck with me, you'll end up a conspiracy
 That's destiny, that's will
 That's striving, that's being a trailblazer
 An explorer, going into space
 Mathematics, quantum mechanics, the secrets of the universe
 All I know is doing hard work, blood,
 sweat and tears stained up in my shirt
 Mama told me,
 "Keep dreaming till the dream come
 to life", yeah I grew it from the dirt
 Used to play,
 getting dirty in the mud, now I'm grown, still dirty with it son
 Rebel flag waving in the southern sun,
 this is who I am, you cannot take it from me
 I don't twitter beef, I'm out here getting even,
 hiding in your bushes while your ass is sleeping
 Jack the Ripper kind of vibe is what I'm creeping,
 leave you like a broken sink, you're steady leaking
 Big guns, clicked up looking like
 we're getting ready for the fucking purge
 Toolbox got enough ammunition to wipe
 out a city from the motherfucking curb
 Big game, big boots, big balls, big wallet, shocking people
 Like they stuck their head inside a light
 socket, Einstein-looking ass every time I drop it
 I will never lose my shine,
 skin is diamond plate, they want me to stop but I fucking can't
 Out there repping for my little country
 state, Cheatham county, baby, that is where I stay
 Tailgate's dropping on the south
 side, got that black smoke steady rolling
 Glovebox got that James Bond and I ain't scared to bust you open
 From the land of I don't trust you so don't take my shit too serious
 Unless you're trying to fuck with me, you'll end up a conspiracy
 Don't you understand the magnitude, I'm right, I'm correct
 I've done the research, I know what I'm talking about
 I don't like being right, I wish I was wrong, but I'm correct
 They hate your success!
 They hate your strengths!
 They hate your passion!