[Intro]
Church, Church, Church, Church
Yeah
Hey listen to this shit y'all
Actually listen to the lyrics
You feel me

[Verse 1]
Dog I don't get jealous 'cause there ain't nobody toppin' me (You know it)
I'm just a fuckin' rapper only difference is I'm from the trees (What's up)
They wonder where I'm from and I say Music City Tennessee (You know it)
Ironic that this industry around here does not fuck with me (Fuck y'all)
I got too many tattoos for your favorite country magazine (Ha ha)
But made one of them poppin' champagne bottles in a limousine (You know it)
I'm goin' out a superstar, ain't shit these dudes can say to me (I know)
I get hard when they hate on me, like fuck what they might think of me (You know it)

[Chorus]
Got Mickey Thompson's rockin' got that glove box full of greenery
Artists actin' weird because I'm from another scenery
Eight albums in two years I guess that's what the hell a dreamer is
Fish hook tattooed up on my hand, I write 'bout what I'm livin' in

[Verse 2]
At 17 I had a 45, no insurance and my tags swapped
From my old whip that leaked all the oil that blew up and slang a damn rod
I got big trucks, I got foreign cars, Got broken shit in my front yard
This country boy makin' hella waves in hip hop with no pit stops (You know it)
[Interlude]
And they are gonna try to convince you that it ain't possible without them
They want a piece of your pie, when they ain't even provide none of the ingredients
So if your careers already in the oven and you made it for yourself
Why in the fuck you gonna let somebody else just touch that shit (Don't do it)

[Verse 3]
Yeah, people want your fame then they kiss your ass, talk shit up on the down low (Yeah)
Everybody want to be your friend until the cash flow goes hella ghost (For sure)
And when you ridin' around in that drop top every female wants shotgun (Bitch)
Which one gonna be that ride or die when shit pops off and the cops come?
I swear these crowds at these crazy shows give me hella life and that's no lie (For sure)
That's why I pass out yellin' hillbilly until I drift off into a stage dive (Skin)
I feel like Elvis Presley when these ladies touch my Ariats (Uh-huh)
And I stay speakin' realness but the TV will not air this shit for real

[Chorus]
Got Mickey Thompson's rockin' got that glove box full of greenery
Artists actin' weird because I'm from another scenery
Eight albums in two years I guess that's what the hell a dreamer is
Fish hook tattooed up on my hand, I write 'bout what I'm livin' in

[Outro]
And I really am livin' in it and I embrace that shit
I am a country ass dude from a country ass small town
I do like rap music, accept it, I'm here baby
Church, Church, Church, Church