What are you ashamed of
We don't hide who we are
If I ever see you cover your face again
I'll cover it permanently
You understand that? When you walk with me
You walk all the way to the f*cking gate
I'm not a country rapper, I'm a rapper from the country
Bent too many corners to put that label up over me
I'm just another cat hanging out in the tool shed
Wasting killing time while I'm juggling rats' heads
Couple dogs in the yard, I know they think that I'm better dead
Gotta put the goat down with two shots to the f*cking head
But I'm from the sticks, I'm with the shit, just know that we hard heads
Try me little bitch, put a wish on your death bed bitch
Heard what I said, I ain't f*cking around
Jelly ain't the only one the talk of the town
I was down and out, y'all, but look at me now
I came up out of nowhere and they wondering how
Dug the ditches with my hands, too poor for the plow
And I made it out the trenches with no handouts
Now I'm giving hands up, so many around
So hyped, so proud, and I'ma take my bow
Deep in gasoline and I'm fighting like matches
Came up hella quick, stuffing money in the mattress
Smoking hella green and I'm drinking till I'm f*cking plastered
What else you expect from a poor slum bastard
Don't ever f*ck with pirates or you're gonna walk the plank
That's on some real spit, you can take it to the bank
I stayed in Atlanta and it made me a braveheart
Pistol to my face and it gave me a fresh start
Hop off in the bucket, haul ass in fast cars
Y'all don't buy the time they here, they won't know who we are
Baptized by the fire, yeah, straight out the flame, bitch
Realize when I'm too busy getting it
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What are you ashamed of
We don't hide who we are
If I ever see you cover your face again
I'll cover it permanently
You understand that? When you walk with me
You walk all the way to the f*cking gate
I'm not a country rapper, I'm a rapper from the country
Bent too many corners to put that label up over me
I'm just another cat hanging out in the tool shed
Wasting killing time while I'm juggling rats' heads
Couple dogs in the yard, I know they think that I'm better dead
Gotta put the goat down with two shots to the f*cking head
But I'm from the sticks, I'm with the shit, just know that we hard heads
Try me little bitch, put a wish on your death bed bitch
Heard what I said, I ain't f*cking around
Jelly ain't the only one the talk of the town
I was down and out, y'all, but look at me now
I came up out of nowhere and they wondering how
Dug the ditches with my hands, too poor for the plow
And I made it out the trenches with no handouts
Now I'm giving hands up, so many around
So hyped, so proud, and I'ma take my bow
Deep in gasoline and I'm fighting like matches
Came up hella quick, stuffing money in the mattress
Smoking hella green and I'm drinking till I'm f*cking plastered
What else you expect from a poor slum bastard
Don't ever f*ck with pirates or you're gonna walk the plank
That's on some real spit, you can take it to the bank
I stayed in Atlanta and it made me a braveheart
Pistol to my face and it gave me a fresh start
Hop off in the bucket, haul ass in fast cars
Y'all don't buy the time they here, they won't know who we are
Baptized by the fire, yeah, straight out the flame, bitch
Realize when I'm too busy getting it
We don't hide who we are
If I ever see you cover your face again
I'll cover it permanently
You understand that? When you walk with me
You walk all the way to the f*cking gate
I'm not a country rapper, I'm a rapper from the country
Bent too many corners to put that label up over me
I'm just another cat hanging out in the tool shed
Wasting killing time while I'm juggling rats' heads
Couple dogs in the yard, I know they think that I'm better dead
Gotta put the goat down with two shots to the f*cking head
But I'm from the sticks, I'm with the shit, just know that we hard heads
Try me little bitch, put a wish on your death bed bitch
Heard what I said, I ain't f*cking around
Jelly ain't the only one the talk of the town
I was down and out, y'all, but look at me now
I came up out of nowhere and they wondering how
Dug the ditches with my hands, too poor for the plow
And I made it out the trenches with no handouts
Now I'm giving hands up, so many around
So hyped, so proud, and I'ma take my bow
Deep in gasoline and I'm fighting like matches
Came up hella quick, stuffing money in the mattress
Smoking hella green and I'm drinking till I'm f*cking plastered
What else you expect from a poor slum bastard
Don't ever f*ck with pirates or you're gonna walk the plank
That's on some real spit, you can take it to the bank
I stayed in Atlanta and it made me a braveheart
Pistol to my face and it gave me a fresh start
Hop off in the bucket, haul ass in fast cars
Y'all don't buy the time they here, they won't know who we are
Baptized by the fire, yeah, straight out the flame, bitch
Realize when I'm too busy getting it
Writer: christopher blankenship
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