[Intro]
Too legit
Nobody in the world shoots their inner dreams
Yet we have a so-called world that pretends that's positive, that wants to uplift our voices
But let you not fall in line with the masses, let you have your own individual dream, your own individual goals
The world wants you to be a sheep
Shoutout to the people like Upchurch who are proud of where they come from
Church
[Verse 1]
Nowadays I’m a trendsetter
Dixieland's own go-getter
Beat every opponent to a fuckin' pulp
Then sеll records and make action figures
Look at еverything I’ve fuckin' done
Country cousin and I'm on the run
Got a Gatlin' gun standin' in the front
On the battlefield, all the pressure's fun
Chevy full of blue-collar grunts
I'm that white boy with a fax machine
So many flows, I bought a submarine
With a microphone by the front seat
Whole game lookin' like Halloween
Knockin’ at my door sayin’, "Trick or Treat"
But I'm stickin’ needles in they Laffy Taffy
So they choke when they all go to sleep
And I ain't got time to read no tweets
I'm thirty-one, leadin' all the races
Hillbilly from a chicken farm
Kool-Aid sweet and they all hate it
No blueprint that got me here
Missin’ teeth on these beats, for real
Independent, tellin' independents
"Independents don't ever sign a deal"
There's a crock of shit, wearin' Crocs
Let's cruise around your block
Waitin' on you like a payday
But will pop you like 2Pac
There's a master plan that ain't yours
And they'll pitch it to you like it's T-ball
I don't play unless it's ground level
Tell 'em get the fuck up off my seesaw, I done seen it all
Too legit
Nobody in the world shoots their inner dreams
Yet we have a so-called world that pretends that's positive, that wants to uplift our voices
But let you not fall in line with the masses, let you have your own individual dream, your own individual goals
The world wants you to be a sheep
Shoutout to the people like Upchurch who are proud of where they come from
Church
[Verse 1]
Nowadays I’m a trendsetter
Dixieland's own go-getter
Beat every opponent to a fuckin' pulp
Then sеll records and make action figures
Look at еverything I’ve fuckin' done
Country cousin and I'm on the run
Got a Gatlin' gun standin' in the front
On the battlefield, all the pressure's fun
Chevy full of blue-collar grunts
I'm that white boy with a fax machine
So many flows, I bought a submarine
With a microphone by the front seat
Whole game lookin' like Halloween
Knockin’ at my door sayin’, "Trick or Treat"
But I'm stickin’ needles in they Laffy Taffy
So they choke when they all go to sleep
And I ain't got time to read no tweets
I'm thirty-one, leadin' all the races
Hillbilly from a chicken farm
Kool-Aid sweet and they all hate it
No blueprint that got me here
Missin’ teeth on these beats, for real
Independent, tellin' independents
"Independents don't ever sign a deal"
There's a crock of shit, wearin' Crocs
Let's cruise around your block
Waitin' on you like a payday
But will pop you like 2Pac
There's a master plan that ain't yours
And they'll pitch it to you like it's T-ball
I don't play unless it's ground level
Tell 'em get the fuck up off my seesaw, I done seen it all
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