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Church, Church, Church, Church Where did I begin, pouring 'crete on a job sight Painting on some trim, caulk making my blue jeans white Sitting in Belle Meade eating grits on a Wednesday With my last 8 dollars two days before Friday It's payday on the table, 10 by the hour [?] paint fumes, sweating every single hour Hot and sticky from the [?] gloss on my white skin Pride of where I'm from, blue collar with good sin I'm fearless, put your fucking pistol away Pussy use weapons bitch I'm throwing hands every day 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 [?] Feel like I'm the king and I just got a 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've worked on [?] stacking the hats If you don't like me bitch you can kiss my ass Letras de cancionesYeah I feel like Elvis Presley, extra 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, buddy, walk the other way Pull up in the parking lot sounding like a honky-tonk Taking no body'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 fifty 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 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 Materialistic shit is not what I'm about I'm from every real motherfucker in this house 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, buddy, 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 band play) Church, Church Church, Church, Church, Church Church, Church, Church, Church From Letras Mania