Sow’n Upchurch & Adam Calhoun

[Intro: Upchurch]
Sittin' 'round the bonfire smokin'
When it's time to ride, we rollin'
Can't nobody hide in the open
Reap what you sow, what you sowin'

[Verse 1: Upchurch]
Catalog bigger than a Avon book
Voice loud like a motor in an old school truck
Walk like a caveman, brute force the beat drop
I be in the club like Flintstones to Bedrock
Yeah, ProCharge the Dyno, too cold, yes-yes I know
I've broken a thermostat, my state of mind froze
To thaw it out I need to furnish a furnace
Go burn it right after the mic drop
And I'm done tellin' myself every night
This next time I might pop
Keep dressin' for that award show
I hope your wardrobe is all fucked up
I already pop-pop-popped a couple times
Already drop-drop-drop-dropped the timeless rhymes
Every country kid across the world
Will forever and ever eye the prize with their friends at bonfires
So really, what do you think of me?
Hometown buddy gettin' stoned as fuck
Tennessee Titan, Hail Mary at the top of the mountain
Vols T on top of my motherfuckin' Gatling gun, brrah
They can still still all come and get it, brrah
"Southern Land", that's how I'm livin', brrah
Damn, all these haters, I've missed 'em
I was too busy stackin' ammunition