Down in the Holler Upchurch (Ft. Justin Adams)

[Intro]
Let the BandPlay, let the BandPlay
Church, Church, Church, Church, haha

[Chorus: Justin Adams]
When the shit goes down way out in the holler (In the holler)
Gonna sit and watch that moonshine drip from the copper (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Off an old dirt road where my gun can't be heard (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm just sittin' out here way out in the holler
(Church, Church, Church, Church)
Just tryin' to make a dollar

[Verse 1: Upchurch]
They ain't never seen no redneck rapper reppin' for low class
Forty hour weeks, bills paid on low cash
Been a chicken fighter son, I've seen son real-ass shit
Real police, real time, bustin' real-ass angles
S-10s with truck covers, hauling twenty pounds of mother nature
The weed man, like 64, rockin' duck hunting waders
My Paw Paw had the poker games, uncle had that strap hot
No cards up your sleeve, punk, unless you tryna get shot
Nashville didn't dress me, I was made on the creek
Wrestled barefoot honkies in them gamecocks bitch
Realness don't sell in the eyes of the leeches on Music Row
So I stay in the holler with all my dollars to fold