AC (Freestyle)

I got the keys to the country on a Tennessee lanyard
And I be with my dogs like some stray cockerspaniels
Everybody firing 'til they see what's in my handle
This is blood, sweat, and tears motherfucker, they all flammable
Yeah people mad like I'm president
But my crib look like the set of a film that John Wayne was in
They told me hold it, be careful, the game is dangerous kid
But the danger fuels my fire like I'm starring up in an action film
Yeah I'm dodging bullets a lot, with this look on my face
I'm waiting for more shots to be thrown in my place
Because I'm mad now, hella pissed, fuck this ice that's on my wrist
Fuck that Lamborghini, shit cosmetic, so irrelevant
Yeah I'm country thugging with a big shovel in the back of that S-10 again
Lurking through these backroads looking high and low for adrenaline
Aaargh-oof, people yanking my chain
But when one of them links break, I'm ripping off your face
And you can't hitch a ride with me this ain't no choo-choo train
And if it was I'd speed it up and derail it into a lake
And watch everybody drown 'cause River Rats don't sink
But a haters body finna wash up on a riverside bank
Do you like a country ass daddy, get your backside spanked
I'm in prison in my own mind, I done made a few shanks
If you sleeping on me keep an eye open, you better not blink
'Cause literally I got the urge to wash blood off in the sink
And I got people tryna sell me shit they know don't run
I got hometown crackheads threaten me with scraped off guns
And people think this is a joke 'cause I've been nice so long
But motherfucker Ronnie Black, come try to kill me if you want
Yeah, deaf, I don't care, fame, fuck it if it dies
Old country gonna make it 'cause I'm locked in four-wheel drive
When I was born the rap game got a Southside surprise
Popped out, the doctor smacked me so I blacked his fucking eye
I'ma angry patriot so don't think that I made it yet
But some folks act like my ego done swelled up like a Goodyear blimp
And I can't roll with the coolest kids 'cause I don't know what coolness is
To them I'm just foolish and don't understand all this music biz
Tell the fuckboys I said stick an apple in their mouth
I didn't blow up fast, we slow roasting it down south
My anger made me pull my rat rods and old schools out
And when I'm dead and gone their won't be one single doubt about
Me helping pave the lanes like a TDOT Scout
And leaving potholes how they are so my opponents have blowouts
Upchurch from the holler down here
Flexing with a rebel flag sitting on a paid for John Deere

Yup, on my tractor motherfucker
Church