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upchurch - no title 6 lyrics

[intro]
church, church (church, church)

[verse]
been in the game a decade, not one successful remake
becomin’ an old head rugged rapper with supreme aim
made roads n0body knows about famous, you know the street names
[?] oughta play my album when it drops i got respect as my campaign
bar for bar you throw some shots no police you still gon’ get the tank
we ain’t standin’ on the level near each other, that sh+t fake
i just treat ’em like they’re kids ’cause their imagination crank
mayor badges on their jacks tryna claim they high in rank
my goons gonna get a wrench and bust your head
we still runnin’ the block today we actin’ too ratchet and [?]
it makes these hop out gmcs and hit you with the tools like harbor freight
i put you in a stolen truck and roll that b+tch into a lake
true crime that sh+t, b+tches
my lawyer said i had to tell you i’m just kiddin’ ’cause [?] got me doin’ too much spinnin’
just know i’m done with all y’all sh+t for real you better feel me
catalog after this long worth ’bout a hundred million
sick of bein’ sick and tired now i might f+ck around and k!ll ya
remember i’m just writin’ entertainment scripture for some other people
you’re kiddin’, you’re kiddin’ don’t say that
what? ha+ha+ha+ha
scared of me, oughta be
audio honestly, when i say the opinions everyone callin’ me
don’t give a f+ck if a blue check unfollows me
b+tch, i’m ballin’ and you can come swallow me
they call me n+z+, i say that you’re not a [?]
[?] not from me
saw a commodity, hip+hop anomaly
up to the church and the holy ghost followin’
in my super duty and it’s not my fault hip+hop now a sh+t
i ain’t shippin’ difference since we made that sound bite out of lit flames
ain’t no real artists out fishin’ for the quick claim
f+ck a red carpet tell ’em roll me out a brick lane
comin’ through like mad max, got nine lives on a black cat
murders paint the game matte black
i’m a road warrior, don’t need masks
trail blaze music, redneck h+ll raise music
blue collar poppin’, trunk poppin’ the champagne buick
no slim shady, too much bar+be+que
plue everybody know i got the juice
like tom brady i’m touchin’ down patriotic partner chillin’ in the booth
paid homage to who need it now i’m collectin’ debt from dudes (give me)
don’t call me askin’ who i only talk to people livin’ ’round my crew
[chorus]
ayy, f+ck it, i ain’t worried ’bout the police when i’m cruisin’ (h+ll naw)
h+llcat ain’t no thing, my dusty boots gon’ lose ’em (woo)
driver sk!ll be somethin’ action movie stupid (skrtt)
so many lanes, bo and luke couldn’t even do it
ayy, f+ck it, i ain’t worried ’bout the police when i’m cruisin’ (nope)
h+llcat ain’t no thing, my dusty boots gon’ lose ’em (yeah)
driver sk!ll be somethin’ action movie stupid (yeah)
so many lanes, bo and luke couldn’t even do it (yeah)

[outro]
nah
kalaniondabeat, motherf+cker

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