Quit Lyin

Yeah, Church
 Two years in this shit motherfuckers
 I could either sell out or keep it real
 Y'all already know what I'm doin' (let the BandPlay)
 Ri-ri, ri-ri-ri
 Ridin' through Louisiana pistol slid between the seats
 Safety off one in the chamber, go ahead and fuck with me
 I don't own no comic books, but bitch I got the magazines
 And when I stay in these hotels, my boys got them AR-15s
 People talkin' shit, haters comin' out the wood work
 But they ain't even 'bout it, bring that shit out in the road though
 If you got somethin' to say then go and call your orthodontist
 You ain't fuckin' with my people, that's one thing I'll always promise
 It's that rebel flag wavin' speakers bumpin' somethin' Southern on 'em
 Skin I got them honky's with them Dirty Harry's always on 'em
 I see people tryna call me, but that shit ain't ever gonna work
 You messin' with the legend, and I thought I already told them boys
 When you hear Redneck, just know they talkin' 'bout me
 Yeah, my work ethic crazy, blame the bags of concrete
 See I was workin' construction, now I construct on the mic
 I put emotions in these lyrics that I picked up in life
 And I be slangin' mortar mix, cuttin' tile, hangin' drywall
 Payin' bills and strugglin', and that's why I keep it, die hard
 You don't know me, quit lyin' motherfucker
 You don't know me, quit lyin' motherfucker
 They be like, "Church grew up rich, you can tell, look at how he dress
 How he gonna say he country, he went out and bought a 'Vette"
 Son, I grew up in trailers, me and mama penny pinchin'
 Now I stay providin' for my family, you ain't gonna end it
 I got too much to lose for some punk ass bitch
 To be talkin' reckless 'bout me 'cause you won't do shit
 And you can ask my old lady, yeah, I'm nice but do not press my buttons
 I don't mind to rot in prison, my family taken care of buddy
 I'm the oldest of four brothers, I put albums out like candy bars
 I just wanna be myself, fuck actin' like a superstar
 And I ain't into rappin' 'bout some shit that I ain't live before
 And that's what separates my shit from all you bitch ass lil' boys
 When you hear Redneck, just know they talkin' 'bout me
 Yeah, my work ethic crazy, blame the bags of concrete
 See I was workin' construction, now I construct on the mic
 I put emotions in these lyrics that I picked up in life
 And I be slangin' mortar mix, cuttin' tile, hangin' drywall
 Payin' bills and strugglin', and that's why I keep it, die hard
 You don't know me, quit lyin' motherfucker
 You don't know me, quit lyin' motherfucker
 I got like 50 different Chevys, and they all a different shade of gray
 I started doin' country rap, the insults start to fade away
 You're gonna take me serious 'cause you do not even have a choice
 Well, real rednecks emerge when I come and kick it at the shows
 Whiskey drinkin', pot smokin', bible belt up on my waist
 Pocket full of fucks that I won't ever have to give away
 And it's okay if you don't like me, I didn't even ask you to
 You wanna shoot me birds, well that's okay partner then fuck you too
 When you hear Redneck, just know they talkin' 'bout me
 Yeah, my work ethic crazy, blame the bags of concrete
 See I was workin' construction, now I construct on the mic
 I put emotions in these lyrics that I picked up in life
 And I be slangin' mortar mix, cuttin' tile, hangin' drywall
 Payin' bills and strugglin', and that's why I keep it, die hard
 You don't know me, quit lyin' motherfucker
 You don't know me, quit lyin' motherfucker
 Church, man, I ain't got a problem with none of y'all
 But what I do got a problem with is y'all comin' out to woodwork
 Actin' like I'm supposed to do somethin' for you and cater to you
 I ain't gotta cater to you, I don't even fuckin' know you
 So quit actin' like I fuckin' owe you somethin' 'cause I don't owe you shit
 Church!
 
 Yeah, Church
 Two years in this shit motherfuckers
 I could either sell out or keep it real
 Y'all already know what I'm doin' (let the BandPlay)
 Ri-ri, ri-ri-ri
 Ridin' through Louisiana pistol slid between the seats
 Safety off one in the chamber, go ahead and fuck with me
 I don't own no comic books, but bitch I got the magazines
 And when I stay in these hotels, my boys got them AR-15s
 People talkin' shit, haters comin' out the wood work
 But they ain't even 'bout it, bring that shit out in the road though
 If you got somethin' to say then go and call your orthodontist
 You ain't fuckin' with my people, that's one thing I'll always promise
 It's that rebel flag wavin' speakers bumpin' somethin' Southern on 'em
 Skin I got them honky's with them Dirty Harry's always on 'em
 I see people tryna call me, but that shit ain't ever gonna work
 You messin' with the legend, and I thought I already told them boys
 When you hear Redneck, just know they talkin' 'bout me
 Yeah, my work ethic crazy, blame the bags of concrete
 See I was workin' construction, now I construct on the mic
 I put emotions in these lyrics that I picked up in life
 And I be slangin' mortar mix, cuttin' tile, hangin' drywall
 Payin' bills and strugglin', and that's why I keep it, die hard
 You don't know me, quit lyin' motherfucker
 You don't know me, quit lyin' motherfucker
 They be like, "Church grew up rich, you can tell, look at how he dress
 How he gonna say he country, he went out and bought a 'Vette"
 Son, I grew up in trailers, me and mama penny pinchin'
 Now I stay providin' for my family, you ain't gonna end it
 I got too much to lose for some punk ass bitch
 To be talkin' reckless 'bout me 'cause you won't do shit
 And you can ask my old lady, yeah, I'm nice but do not press my buttons
 I don't mind to rot in prison, my family taken care of buddy
 I'm the oldest of four brothers, I put albums out like candy bars
 I just wanna be myself, fuck actin' like a superstar
 And I ain't into rappin' 'bout some shit that I ain't live before
 And that's what separates my shit from all you bitch ass lil' boys
 When you hear Redneck, just know they talkin' 'bout me
 Yeah, my work ethic crazy, blame the bags of concrete
 See I was workin' construction, now I construct on the mic
 I put emotions in these lyrics that I picked up in life
 And I be slangin' mortar mix, cuttin' tile, hangin' drywall
 Payin' bills and strugglin', and that's why I keep it, die hard
 You don't know me, quit lyin' motherfucker
 You don't know me, quit lyin' motherfucker
 I got like 50 different Chevys, and they all a different shade of gray
 I started doin' country rap, the insults start to fade away
 You're gonna take me serious 'cause you do not even have a choice
 Well, real rednecks emerge when I come and kick it at the shows
 Whiskey drinkin', pot smokin', bible belt up on my waist
 Pocket full of fucks that I won't ever have to give away
 And it's okay if you don't like me, I didn't even ask you to
 You wanna shoot me birds, well that's okay partner then fuck you too
 When you hear Redneck, just know they talkin' 'bout me
 Yeah, my work ethic crazy, blame the bags of concrete
 See I was workin' construction, now I construct on the mic
 I put emotions in these lyrics that I picked up in life
 And I be slangin' mortar mix, cuttin' tile, hangin' drywall
 Payin' bills and strugglin', and that's why I keep it, die hard
 You don't know me, quit lyin' motherfucker
 You don't know me, quit lyin' motherfucker
 Church, man, I ain't got a problem with none of y'all
 But what I do got a problem with is y'all comin' out to woodwork
 Actin' like I'm supposed to do somethin' for you and cater to you
 I ain't gotta cater to you, I don't even fuckin' know you
 So quit actin' like I fuckin' owe you somethin' 'cause I don't owe you shit
 Church!