[Chorus: Upchurch]
Yeah, I've been drug through the mud so much
The taste of death to me is better than blood
And I'm covered in scars, some days I'm tired
But we're openin' the eyes of the blind
I'm always...
[Verse 1: Adam Calhoun]
If I did it for the money I'd of never got paid
I did it for the love of the game, ayy
I ain't tryna hear a fuckin' word that you sayin'
Me and you are not the same
I ain't take the fast route, y'all passed out
I'm out here workin' my ass off
You ain't got no cash now, y'all assed out
Shit, look at how fast I passed y'all
Goin' hard in the paint, man it's hard to be great
Hittin' y'all long range like Hardin today
Workin' like a dog like I'm still starvin' today
What I got's great but I still want y'all's place
Take every strap 'til the last one's gone
Whatcha thought this was just another country rap song?
You wrong, these white boys rappin'
They talk shit, we the last ones laughin'
To the bank, to the gun store
Stackin' up ammo so they can run more
Pick 'em off like flies sittin' on the front porch
I'm just havin' fun, what the fuck you want war?
Call the calvary, don't be mad at me
What I make in a week is your fuckin' salary
You wanna battle me? Bunch of casualties
When I'm all done who gon' have a bigger bag than me?
Yeah, I've been drug through the mud so much
The taste of death to me is better than blood
And I'm covered in scars, some days I'm tired
But we're openin' the eyes of the blind
I'm always...
[Verse 1: Adam Calhoun]
If I did it for the money I'd of never got paid
I did it for the love of the game, ayy
I ain't tryna hear a fuckin' word that you sayin'
Me and you are not the same
I ain't take the fast route, y'all passed out
I'm out here workin' my ass off
You ain't got no cash now, y'all assed out
Shit, look at how fast I passed y'all
Goin' hard in the paint, man it's hard to be great
Hittin' y'all long range like Hardin today
Workin' like a dog like I'm still starvin' today
What I got's great but I still want y'all's place
Take every strap 'til the last one's gone
Whatcha thought this was just another country rap song?
You wrong, these white boys rappin'
They talk shit, we the last ones laughin'
To the bank, to the gun store
Stackin' up ammo so they can run more
Pick 'em off like flies sittin' on the front porch
I'm just havin' fun, what the fuck you want war?
Call the calvary, don't be mad at me
What I make in a week is your fuckin' salary
You wanna battle me? Bunch of casualties
When I'm all done who gon' have a bigger bag than me?
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