Upchurch
OOOUUU (Remix)
[Intro]
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Everybody on Instagram wanted me to do this Young MA instrumental and I was like
"Man, fuck, this beat sucks, ain't no BandPlay beat, you know what, fuck it"
I can rap on anything y'all already know that
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[Verse]
Yeah, I'm runnin' laps around the whole game
I'm Emmitt Smith a star stuck off in this cowboy way
Raise a squall I won't drop this shit, I got hands like Troy Aikman
I don't even write songs I'm drawin' touchdowns on paper
And everyone who said I suck now they DM me for features
And all these labels wanna sign me just to carry their people
While they take a portion of my money for bigger percentages
You can ask me anything but I don't diss 'cause my digits bitch
Momma taught me care and bliss and Daddy made me love danger
The day you steal my money same day that you meet my Magnum
I care for my family 'cause I am the one who provides
All you'll get from me is bullets if I look like a free ride
Country boy shit I'm hotter than some Cajun food
Underground like crawfish down in Parish's where Cajun's screw
Got buddies in Terrebonne all the way down to Lafayette
And I ain't never made a move that I turned around to regret
Dirty south, dirty paint, dirty clothes, sturdy rank
I raise the bar up on these rappers like I always wear a cape
When I step up to the mic it's like I done it all before
It feels like nothin's new to me I'm livin' life just tellin' stories
Got dejavu like once a week it makes me question my life path
Have I done this all before in a time from my own past?
I don't know but I can't help but think that maybe there's a chance
That this is not my first time runnin' wild across the land
And I don't feel like a stranger to danger situations
Ain't scared to speak my mind no matter backlash from my statements
Born without emotion to fully fear fear itself
I'm a social studies book sittin' dusty up on a shelf
'Cause I'm holdin' hella knowledge I gathered from crazy dreams of mine
People takin' shots shit I'm bulletproof in Columbine
Break out every car of mine, ran from the cops a couple times
But now I'm on the straight and narrow tryin' to stay between the lines
Got arrows in the line of fire, got hella walls of my empire
I don't do all that beefin' shit I'd rather fight a couple times
Taste each other's blood that's how the Illuminati does it right
Fuck your pentagram I'll stab your Satan with a jagged knife
[Outro]
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