Quit Lyin

Yeah, church, two years in this shit, motherfuckers

I could either sell out or keep it real

Y'all already know what I'm doin'

Ridin' through Louisiana, pistol slid between the seats

Safety off, one in the chamber, go ahead and fuck with me

I don't own no comics books, but bitch, I got them magazines

And when I stay in these hotels, my boys got them AR-15s

People talkin' shit, haters comin' out the woodwork

But they ain't even 'bout it, bring that shit out in the road, though

If you got somethin' to say, then go and call your orthodontist

You ain't fuckin' with my people

That's one thing I'll always promise

It's that rebel flag, wavin' speakers

Bumpin' somethin' southern on 'em

Skin, I got them honkys with them Dirty Harrys always on 'em

I see people tryna call me, but that shit ain't never gonna work

You messin' with the legend, and I thought I already told 'em boys

When you hear "Redneck", just know they talkin' 'bout me

Yeah, my work ethic's crazy, blame the bags of concrete

See, I was workin' construction, now I construct on the mic

I put emotions in these lyrics that I picked up in life

And I be slangin' mortar mix, cuttin' tile, hangin' drywall

Payin' bills and strugglin' and that's why I keep it die hard

You don't know me, quit lyin, motherfucker

You don't know me, quit lyin, motherfucker

They be like, Church grew up rich, you can tell, look at how he dress

How he gonna say he country? He went out and bot a Vette

Son, I grew up in trailers, me and mama penny pinchin'

Now I stay providin' for my family, you ain't gonna end it

I got too much to lose for some punk ass bitch

To be talkin' reckless about me 'cause you won't do shit

And you can ask my old lady, yeah, I'm nice

But do not press my buttons

I don't mind to rot in prison, my family takin' care of, buddy

I'm the oldest of four brothers, I put albums out like candy bars

I just wanna be myself, fuck actin' like a superstar

And I ain't into rappin 'bout some shit that I ain't live before

And that'a what separates my shit from all you bitch ass little boys

When you hear "Redneck", just know they talkin' 'bout me

Yeah, my work ethic's crazy, blame the bags of concrete

See, I was workin' construction, now I construct on the mic

I put emotions in these lyrics that I picked up in life

And I be slangin' mortar mix, cuttin' tile, hangin' drywall

Payin' bills and strugglin' and that's why I keep it die hard

You don't know me, quit lyin, motherfucker

You don't know me, quit lyin, motherfucker

I got like fifty different Chevys and they all a different shade of gray

I started doin' country rap, the insults start to fade away

You're gonna take me serious, 'cause you do not even have a choice

Well real rednecks emerge when I come and kick it at the shows

Whiskey drinkin', pot smokin', bible belt up on my waist

Pocket full of fucks that I won't ever have to give away

And it's okay if you don't like me, I didn't even ask you to

You wanna shoot me birds, well, that's okay

Partner, then fuck you too

When you hear "Redneck", just know they talkin' 'bout me

Yeah, my work ethic crazy, blame the bags of concrete

See, I was workin' construction, now I construct on the mic

I put emotions in these lyrics that I picked up in life

And I be slangin' mortar mix, cuttin' tile, hangin' drywall

Payin' bills and strugglin', and that's why I keep it die hard

You don't know me, quit lyin, motherfucker

You don't know me, quit lyin, motherfucker

Church

Man, I ain't got a problem with none of y'all

But what I do got a problem with

Is y'all comin' out the woodwork

Actin' like I'm supposed to do somethin' for you

And cater to you

I ain't gotta cater to you

I don't even fuckin' know you

So quit actin' like I fuckin' owe you somethin'

'Cause I don't owe you shit

Church