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Yeah Church Two years in this shit motherfuckers I could either sell out or keep it real Y'all already know what I'm doing Riding 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 them magazines And when I stay in these hotels My boys got them AR-15s People talking shit Haters coming out the wood work But they ain't even bout it Bring that shit out in the road though If you got something to say Go and call your orthodontist You ain't fucking with my people That's one thing I'll always promise It's that rebel flag wavin' Speakers bumping something Southern on em Skin I got them honkeys With them Dirty Harrys always on em Letras de cancionesI see people trying to call me But that shit ain't ever gonna work You messing with the legend And I though I already told them boys When you hear Redneck Just know they talking bout me Yeah my work ethic crazy Blame the bags of concrete See I was working 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 Cutting tile hanging drywall Paying bills and strugglin And that's why I keep it die hard You don't know me Quit lyin mother fucker You don't know me Quit lyin mother fucker They be like Church grew up rich You can tell look at how he dress How's he gonna say he country He went out and bought a vet Son I grew up in trailers Me and mama penny pinchin Now I stay providing for my family You ain't gonna end it I got to much to lose For some punk ass bitch To be talking 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'm 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 candybars I just wanna be myself Fuck actin like a superstar And I ain't into rappin Bout some shit that I ain't done before That's what separates my shit From all you bitch ass little boys When you hear Redneck Just know they talking bout me Yeah my work ethic crazy Blame the bags of concrete See I was working 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 Cutting tile hanging drywall Paying bills and strugglin And that's why I keep it die hard You don't know me Quit lyin mother fucker You don't know me Quit lyin mother fucker I got like 50 different Chevy's And they all a different shade of grey I started doin country rap The insults start to fade away Your gonna take me serious Cuz you do not even have a choice Well real Rednecks emerge When I come and kick it at the shows Whiskey drinking pot smoking 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 ok Partner then fuck you too When you hear Redneck Just know they talking bout me Yeah my work ethic crazy Blame the bags of concrete See I was working 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 Cutting tile hanging drywall Paying bills and strugglin And that's why I keep it die hard You don't know me Quit lyin mother fucker You don't know me Quit lyin mother fucker Church Man I ain't got a problem with non of y'all But what I do got a problem with Is y'all coming out to Woodwork Acting like I'm supposed to do something for you And cater to you I ain't gotta cater to you I don't even fucking know you So quit acting like I owe you something 'Cause I don't owe you shit Church From Letras Mania