Ones Like Me

Uh When they put me in this box They should have throwed away the key I done spit so many bars I got construction worker teeth Yeah, concrete on a calm beat, clearcoat on the top me Tennessee and source hot beats, big foot with the hard feet Come to my neck of the woods and I'll flip-flop your Jeep All the way down a big ass hill into the shit's creek with no cell reception If country rap is a euphemism I'm a pinnacle on an independent prism Yeah, I got them like "How the fuck he do it? Yeah, he must be a Free Mason" Or gettin' broke in by the Illuminati in an experimental type basements, yeah An' I'm like fuck y'all that's my credit, not even Baphomet can come and take it Unless he wants to be up on my wall with the rappers I killed last season Yeah, country rap, no cap at all, unless that motherfuckers made of straw Still sittin' on my front porch in my underwear scratchin' my balls And I don't chase fame I let the fame chase me And I ain't gonna change or let the change make me And I don't need a camera, I don't watch TV So don't ask me 'bout celebrities I only celebrate for the ones like me (Ones like me) Woah, for the ones like me I only celebrate for the ones like me (Ones like me) Woah, for the ones like me For the ones like me You know what you lackin' (lackin') Hard work and passion (passion) These wack ass rappers (huh) Talk shit, just actin' How you goin' against the grain? Just askin' We ain't even in the same lane, you trash man Man, kiss the hands, you don't deserve a body bag Fans come out to your show, they want their money back Youtube, revenue streams, money stacked to the ceilin' Can't see you dummy Fuck a record deal I'd rather sit here with a beer can Truck so high like I'm in a fuckin' deer stand Look at my hands, callouses, workin' Tougher than nails, you faggots is nervous Softer than baby shit, I'm on my crazy shit E.S.T. 1980 bitch, until the wheels fall off Then my hair turns gray when they put me in my grave Bury me a G like back in 2Pac's day Me and Church the new version of 2Pac and Dre then And I don't chase fame I let the fame chase me And I ain't gonna change or let the change make me And I don't need a camera, I don't watch TV So don't ask me 'bout celebrities I only celebrate for the ones like me (Ones like me) Woah, for the ones like me I only celebrate for the ones like me (Ones like me) Woah, for the ones like me For the ones like me