Backwoods (feat. Cordell Drake)

And I'm a rebel, in my way And I'm an outlaw, renegade On my bible, mama 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 taken all the bankroll Spend 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 Nah uh uh, it's that that Johnny Rotten It's on and poppin' we gonna 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 E E that great Lot of ya'll like who this cat Where the fuck did he do this at, Montana ya'll 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, mama 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 'n 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 a run n try to leave town Half full cup, optimistic, have pull even when the shit 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 livin' like a lost musician When your girls 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, mama pray Till my downfall, dying day