Quit Lyin

(Album: Son Of The South - 2017)

Yeah
Church
Two years in this shit motherfuckers
I could either sell out or keep it real
Y'all already know what I'm doing

Riding through Louisiana
Pistol slid between the seats
Safety off one in the chamber
Go ahead and fuck with me
I don't own no comic books
But bitch I got them magazines
And when I stay in these hotels
My boys got them AR-15s
People talking shit
Haters coming out the wood work
But they ain't even bout it
Bring that shit out in the road though
If you got something to say
Go and call your orthodontist
You ain't fucking with my people
That's one thing I'll always promise
It's that rebel flag waving
Speakers bumping something Southern on em
Skin I got them honkeys
With them Dirty Harrys always on em
I see people trying to call me
But that shit ain't ever gonna work
You messing with the legend
And I though I already told them boys

When you hear Redneck
Just know they talking bout me
Yeah my work ethic crazy
Blame the bags of concrete
See I was working 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
Cutting tile hanging drywall
Paying bills and strugglin
And that's why I keep it die hard
You don't know me
Quit lyin mother fucker
You don't know me
Quit lyin mother fucker

They be like Church grew up rich
You can tell look at how he dress
How's he gonna say he country
He went out and bought a vet
Son I grew up in trailers
Me and mama penny pinchin
Now I stay providing for my family
You ain't gonna end it

I got to much to lose
For some punk ass bitch
To be talking reckless bout 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'm don't mind to rot in prison
My family taken care of buddy
I'm the oldest of four brothers
I put albums out like candybars
I just wanna be myself
Fuck actin like a superstar
And I ain't into rappin
Bout some shit that I ain't lived before
That's what separates my shit
From all you bitch ass little boys

When you hear Redneck
Just know they talking bout me
Yeah my work ethic crazy
Blame the bags of concrete
See I was working 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
Cutting tile hanging drywall
Paying bills and strugglin
And that's why I keep it die hard
You don't know me
Quit lyin mother fucker
You don't know me
Quit lyin mother fucker

I got like 50 different Chevy's
And they all a different shade of grey
I started doin country rap
The insults start to fade away
Your gonna take me serious
Cuz you do not even have a choice
Well real Rednecks emerge
When I come and kick it at the shows
Whiskey drinking pot smoking
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 ok
Partner then fuck you too

When you hear Redneck
Just know they talking bout me
Yeah my work ethic crazy
Blame the bags of concrete
See I was working 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
Cutting tile hanging drywall
Paying bills and strugglin
And that's why I keep it die hard
You don't know me
Quit lyin mother fucker
You don't know me
Quit lyin mother fucker

Church
Man I ain't got a problem with non of y'all
But what I do got a problem with
Is y'all coming out to Woodwork
Acting like I'm supposed to do something for you
And cater to you
I ain't gotta cater to you
I don't even fucking know you
So quit acting like I owe you something
'Cause I don't owe you shit
Church