Steer Clear Upchurch

[Chorus]
I'm a tall grass sittin', long term thinkin'
Marijuana smokin', Jim Beam when I'm drinkin'
Chevrolet when I'm drivin', I don't care about the year (Church)
I just need my hands on the wheel so I can steer, steer clear

[Verse 1]
Hey, I think I mighta made it (Damn), I'm smokin' piles of clover (Yeah)
And I don't know no rappers (Nah), camouflagin' Rovers (Haha)
And I don't know no rappers on the stage doin' they shit like Huckleberry (Yeah)
Throwin' thousand dollar boots into a crowd three or four days a weekend (You know it)
Like bitch gimme my holster (Blah), bitch gimme my keys (Yeah)
Gimme my wallet with the ripped ID 'cause I smoked a OZ at the DMV
Haha, Church, haha, search, Google my name I'm known in the cut (Yeah)
Hollywood couldn't' even have me if they wrote me a motherfuckin' check by the whole wide world
They want me on a label (Nah), my ass cannot be labeled (Nah)
They hungry just to touch me (Yeah), but my touch of stone is fatal (Yeah)
And my mama told me don't look back like a story deep in the Bible (Praise God)
I'm a rapper sittin' in a tall tree, infinite ammunition for this rifle

[Chorus]
I'm a tall grass sittin', long term thinkin'
Marijuana smokin', Jim Beam when I'm drinkin'
Chevrolet when I'm drivin', I don't care about the year
I just need my hands on the wheel so I can steer, steer clear