The Other Way

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Where'd it all begin
Pourin' 'crete on a job site
Paintin' on some trim
Caulk makin' my blue jeans white
Sittin' in Belle Meade eatin'
Wit's on a Wednesday
With my last eight dollars
Tuesday before Friday
It's payday on the table, 10 by the hour
Feelin' hell and paint fumes
Sweatin' every single hour
Hot and sticky from the old rags
Simmer gloss on my white skin
Pride of where I'm from
Blue collar with good sin
I'm fearless, put your fuckin' pistol away
(Come on) pussy use weapons bitch I'm
Throwin' hands every day (Lets go)
But if you're gonna use a knife
I'll bring an M1 Garand
Fuckin' with me gonna cost you 'bout
A arm and a leg
Blood drippin' out the gate of 90 model Chevy
(Ha) no guns in the trunk and
It didn't come from Bambi (Nope)
Bitch I'm Jason Voorhees don't
Fuck with my temper
Got a mind like Norman Bates
With hair like Justin Bieber (Ha ha ha)
I feel like Daryl Dixon
I just wanna slaughter
Feel like I'm the king and I just got a say
I'm sittin' on a hill with
Crosshairs on your face
And honestly believe I'm thinkin'
A whole different way
I live a different way, I say different shit
I stand behind my words
You won't catch me slip
And all the boots that I wear cost
About a stack and a half
If you don't like me bitch
You can kiss my ass
Yeah I feel like Elvis Presley
Actually kinda catchy
Ain't nothin' but a hound dog
Hangin' out the Chevy
Other rappers don't impress me
Honestly I hate the industry
They make it impossible to
Do it independently

I don't need your handouts
I don't need your change
You can take your money, brother
Walk the other way
I don't need your handouts
I don't need your change
You can take your money, brother
Walk the other way

Pull up in the parkin' lot
Soundin' like a honky-tonk
Takin' no body's shit
Yeah that's what daddy taught
Craigslist junkie
Ain't no tellin' what I'll roll up in
Console, yeah, Churchman fidden to roll a bit
Spittin' up a swish Larry
Bird with the willow
Bitch I go hard like I'm half armadillo
I'm on fire like hippies
With Maria cigarillos
People sleepin' on me like
Their own fifty pillow
Down from the underground
Cold like well water
Bleed orange on the daily
Tennessee motherfucker
Chico born, Ashland 'cause I'm hot shit
Number 2 pencilwoods sold for a hand bitch
If I ever get a Grammy I swear
I'll use it to shoot at
And throw it in the burn pile and
Watch it melt in tall grass
That materialistic shit is not what I'm about
I'm from every real motherfucker in the south

I don't need your handouts
I don't need your change
You can take your money, brother
Walk the other way
I don't need your handouts
I don't need your change
You can take your money, brother
Walk the other way the other way
The other way just keep on walkin'
The other way

I don't want your fuckin' little input
I don't want you to invest in me
I want to do this all
By my motherfuckin' self
Because I wanna show the world that this shit
Can be done by your motherfuckin' self
So watch me do me let the BandPlay

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