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upchurch & adam calhoun - ones like me lyrics

[verse 1: upchurch]
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 t–th
yeah, concrete on a calm beat, clearcoat on the top me
tennessee and source hot beats, big f-ck with the hard feet
come to my neck of the woods and i’ll flip flop your jeep
all the way down a big -ss hill when the sh-t’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 f-ck he do it? yeah, he must be a free mason”
or gettin’ broke in by the illuminati in an experimental type basons, yeah
and i’m like f-ck 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 k!lled last season
yeah, country rap, no cap at all, unless that motherf-ckers made of straw
still sittin’ on my front porch in my underwear scratchin’ my b-lls

[chorus: upchurch]
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

[verse 2: adam calhoun]
you know what you lackin’ (lackin’)
hard work and p-ssion (p-ssion)
these wack -ss rappers (huh)
talk sh-t, 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
[?] revenue streams, money
stacked to the ceilin’, can’t see you dummy
f-ck a record deal i’d rather sit here with a beer can
truck so high like i’m in a f-ckin’ deer stand
look at my hands, callouses, workin’
tougher than nails, you f-ggots is nerds
softer than baby sh-t, i’m on my crazy sh-t
e.s.t. 1980 b-tch, 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

- upchurch adam calhoun lyrics

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