C.H.E.A.T.H.A.M.

Church (Church, Church, Church, Church, Church) Yeah, okay Ay, I be posted up in park, fumes comin' out my shit exhaust Yellow lights just beamin' on that gravel spot when no ones up My glove box got Beam by the fifth, blunt look big like AO Smith Mossy Oak drenched on my Range, 'cause I'm white trash that hit it big They say I sound like Kid Rock if he's born in the south Yeah, sweet potato pie and THC in my mouth Got hollow tips in the nine, I'm so 6-1 to the 5 And I almost drowned in the river where Hank said we can survive C.H.E.A.T.H.A.M. (You know it) You can hear my pipes all the way into the A.M. C.H.E.A.T.H.A.M. (You know it) Rollin' stoned before I was in every stoners playlist C.H.E.A.T.H.A.M. Ain't changed from the days when I didn't have a thing, bitch C.H.E.A.T.H.A.M. (You know it) I say I got them tags to cap some rappers when I hunt shit Mud drippin' off of my soul forever Until the ocean is an empty desert Until a fat chick grows big wings And sings the fuckin' National Anthem I'm so river rat until I eve off to a monster brah I was a fish now I'm the megalodon that's hungry for your boat And I stay in the sticks with the hicks and the firearms So much smoke out my windows I'm hearin' my neighbors fire alarm It's Mr. Cheatham County, Mr. nothing you can tell me Mr. one of Nashville's legends, Johnny Cash would be impressed with Church C.H.E.A.T.H.A.M. (You know it) You can hear my pipes all the way into the A.M. C.H.E.A.T.H.A.M. (You know it) Rollin' stoned before I was in every stoners playlist C.H.E.A.T.H.A.M. Ain't changed from the days when I didn't have a thing, bitch C.H.E.A.T.H.A.M. (You know it) I say I got them tags to cap some rappers when I hunt shit (Blah, blah, blah, blah)