Outlaw Classics (feat. Upchurch)

Hahahahaha Y'all from Nashville No, no, no I'm from the real Nashville Hahahahaha Native to Nashville, raised on the West Side When Preston Taylor was the jungle, rappers didn't mumble Gangsters didn't dance, you got popped, you wore a muzzle Streets had a code, we don't know you, we don't love you Now I'm standin' in a crowd full of strangers in my city With some kid from California singin' Conway Twitty In my feelings, 'cause I'm feelin' like the villain in the 'Ville To be real, I don't recognize half the people here There's a tear in my beer, make a toast take a cheer Live for the night, yesterday disappear When they tore down my neighborhood, high rise condo Friends in high places, fly high Mondo I got blood drops in my whiskey There's too many neon lights No familiar hometown faces Beneath these guitars late at night These was stompin' grounds once upon a time Now it's all glam and flashy I guess I'm old school goin' down slow Like them outlaw classics It's that tequila drinkin', coke sniffin', pill poppin', po pimpin', go get it I'ma fuck around and leave with both women Certified Nashvillains, baby, we don't catch feelings Addicted to bad bitches, adrenaline, fast livin' Record label send the contract, I wipe my ass with it Outlaws, no ass kissin', just like Johnny Cash did it Yeah, this city, we be goin' hard Long before they named the bars after country music stars These scars tell them stories of them barroom brawls The nights we stood in line to hit a line in bathroom stalls Hit that Tiger Mart at 30 deep on Friday night We gon' cruise, holla at girls, and just ride all night I got blood drops in my whiskey There's too many neon lights No familiar hometown faces Beneath these guitars late at night These was stompin' grounds once upon a time Now it's all glam and flashy I guess I'm old school goin' down slow Like them outlaw classics Son, I was 17 years old, still wet behind my fuckin' ears Five deep in the primer Monte Carlo bumpin' through the 'Ville Country as a 'mater from the outskirts of this sketchy danger zone All I knew was feedin' chickens, chasin' girls, and gettin' home Past two o'clock Music City went to sleep Now it's mini New York City with a bunch of shiny teeth Yeah, they're running out of room, but dog I'm used to pushin' and shovin' I dove in every bar from Broadway to fuckin' DeMario You ain't never seen a man with no legs jam out with the fiddle You ain't never seen the witch with spoons get down and wet her whistle You ain't never been surrounded by some rich kids up at Vandy Broke a beer bottle and chase them bitches all the way to Campus West I got blood drops in my whiskey There's too many neon lights No familiar hometown faces Beneath these guitars late at night These was stompin' grounds once upon a time Now it's all glam and flashy I guess I'm old school goin' down slow Like them outlaw classics