The Other Way

Church, Church, Church, Church
 Where did I begin? Pouring 'crete on a job site
 Painting on some trim, caulk making my blue jeans white
 Sitting in Belle Meade eating grits on a Wednesday
 With my last eight dollars two days before Friday
 It's payday on the table, ten by the hour
 Feelin' hella from paint fumes, sweating every single hour
 Hot and sticky from the oil based, semi-gloss on my white skin
 Proud of where I'm from, blue collar with good sin
 I'm fearless, put your fucking pistol away (come on)
 Pussy use weapons bitch I'm throwing hands every day (let's go)
 But if you're gonna use a knife, I'll bring a M1 Garand
 Fucking with me gonna cost you 'bout a arm and a leg
 Blood dripping out the gate of 90 model Chevy
 No guns in the truck and it didn't come from Bambi
 Bitch, I'm Jason Voorhees, don't fuck with my temper
 Got a mind like Norman Bates with hair like Justin Bieber
 I feel like Daryl Dixon, I just wanna slay
 Feel like I'm the king and I just gotta say
 I'm sitting on a hill with crosshairs on your face
 And honestly believe I'm thinking 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 (c'mon)
 If you don't like me bitch, you can kiss my ass
 Yeah, I feel like Elvis Presley, actually kinda catchy
 Ain't nothing but a hound dog hanging 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 parking lot, sounding like a honky-tonk
 Taking nobody's shit, yeah, that's what daddy taught
 Craigslist junkie, ain't no telling what I'll roll up in
 Console, yeah, Churchman finna roll a bit
 Spitting 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 sleeping on me like their own 50 pillow
 Down from the underground, cold like well water
 Bleed orange on the daily, Tennessee motherfucker
 Chico born, Ashland 'cause I'm hot shit
 Number two pencil woods 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
 Materialistic shit is not what I'm about
 I'm from every real motherfucker 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 walking
 The other way
 I don't want your fucking little input
 I don't want you to invest in me
 I want to do this all by my motherfucking self
 Because I wanna show the world that this shit
 Can be done by your motherfucking self
 So watch me do me
 (Let the BandPlay)
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