Backwoods (feat. Cordell Drake)

And I'm a rebel

In my way

And I'm an outlaw

Renegade

On my Bible

I'ma pray

Till my downfall

Dying day

Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, when I came in

What I said to the game, when I claimed it

When I told 'em I was taking all the bankroll

Spend it on my kinfolk, tell me I'm an angel

I just wanna see my name though

At the top of the marquee

When I park at the party

You can tether and feather and tar me with my blue collar army

You ain't never gonna harm me, disbar me, homie

Nah-uh-uh, it's that, that Johnny Rotten

It's on and poppin', we gon' take it to the bank now

I ain't one you wanna take out

Blackout when I break out, better back down

Overtime and I grind for days

Intertwined wit' a mind that'll find a way

Ain't no way I'ma die today

So you can vibe wit' a rhyme when we congregate

Ever wonder about the words I say

Where they come from, how they concur my pain

I just know that I've earned my way

On the road I've paved, from the price I've paid

Take a look at every bite I take

Every night I pray that I do not wake

From the dream I chase, every beat I grace

I'ma be that great

Lot of y'all like who this cat?

Where the fuck did he do this at? Montana y'all

I'm just tryin' to make it through this act

Make a track for the workin' class, better tell 'em all

I'm just tryin' to make it on the road

Top of the class, I'm honor roll

Last year to this year, I'm on a roll

But I still ain't found that pot of gold

And I'm a rebel

In my way

And I'm an outlaw

Renegade

On my Bible

I'ma pray

Till my downfall

Dying day

Got used to the dusty roads

Where the country boys shot, rusty loads

In a small town we ain't got a blindfold

Lookin' out the window where the wind blow

You ain't gonna tell me what I ain't gonna be

When I aim for the beat wit' a shotgun

Tell me that I'm on one, yo, Johnny and I'm rotten

I can say and do what I want to

'Cause I'm onto Indy when I speak on a beat now

Tell a hater get a beat down, when they run and try to leave town

Half full cup, optimistic, got pull even when the shit's not realistic

Just tryin' to make my way past competition

In a game where your fame is your opposition

Tell me how you gonna pay admission when you're broke and you're livin' like a lost musician

When your girl's walkin' out the front door 'cause you spent your whole check on a home studio

Bitch, how you feelin' me now?

Shoulda thought about thinkin' about stickin' around

Yo, it's too late now, shoulda thought about that before kickin' me out

Uh, now I'm livin' the life, full time rock star come to light

Got money in the bank and an appetite, to get more but I know it ain't overnight

But I'm dynamite, I might die tonight, so I'ma spit this shit till I'm outta sight

Yo, it's black and white, gassed up, bags packed, takin' flight, uh

And I'm a rebel

In my way

And I'm an outlaw

Renegade

On my Bible

I'ma pray

Till my downfall

Dying day