(Church, Church) (Mother fucker) Vampire to the game, skill set never changed Stay suckin' blood from a hater neck 'til I empty ever vein Come around me get drained, I lyricise my pain My shit like Beethoven, it's a big oven, and my fat ass stay blazed Yeah, backroad magic, twenty albums in this bitch Stay a monster on the track like I could flip a CSX Even when in silence you can tell I know I got the hits And my eyes can speak the language of a crazy Waylon riff Yeah, I always been slayin', right hook always waylayin' Always goin' always, green beretin' with the paper Watch 'em act like I'm supposed to acknowledge all of they goals While I'm on the phone sellin' foreign cars to Post Malone Man, fuck a red carpet, fuck a plaque and it's costs I got golds on golds on platinums, still none hangin' on my wall I just let the acreage talk, I just let the bars I got Ghost surround 'em all like the police done picked them off (Ayy) I'm that honkey with an attitude, no act when you get gratitude I leveled up so much this level ain't got fuckin' altitude No fly zone computin', future equations no loose ends In the game my enemies career be ba-ba-basic cadence My career be Fantasia, I simulate southern flavor One word about me you disappear forever, nickname him Malaysia Oh shit, flow so much I got saliva oceans Hold it, but I know we don't forget about hoe shit Bet I'm back with the Church, leave a motherfuckin' hater ghosted Go ghostie, try the best to be the best man I can but I guess the fuckin' hopeless Long range, don't get caught in that scope bitch, I don't miss Backwoods got no scripts, we got road names no old cliques Got the fire flame, but the flame blue like the 808 from the fire pits They be lyin' to me for the head space, mirror on the wall, no foot race I'm too smooth for the mainstream, but ask 'em how my dick tastes Who you lookin' at and who you tryna dictate? See my belly I eat rappers off a big plate Rollin' through the lanes like I'm signed by the Interstate Sound like we on a dinner date Thought we wasn't comin' but we pull up on 'em anyway Y'all pretend to be friends but I know they enemies Can't trust what they say, so I just go judge 'em off they energy Lord know we ain't the same and that's why they ain't really feelin' me I'm lookin' for some healin', get rid of this shit that's killin' me Ke-keep it holy moly, bitch, he back on his focus, I know you notice Hoe wake up and smell the Folgers bitch, they 'bout to free the soldier I'll full balance in Magnolia, high roller, keep your composure Play this game the way you supposed to, gettin' rid of all the joker jokers (Psst) You think that they think they can smoke us, smoke us? Shit, not even if we set and voted for 'em This that work, work, me and Brodnax done been the foreman We got different forms of fortune, got the wagon wheels roastin' Rock and rollin' more than a couple horses, immortal warriors Erasin' the changeup for 'em, this for ones who see Oh, and tell that Broadway girl my Silverado like a titty orchard Ayy, fuck it I ain't worried 'bout the police when I'm cruisin' (Hell naw) Hellcat ain't no thing my dusty boots gon' lose 'em (Woo) Driver skill be somethin' action movie stupid (Skrtt) So many lanes Bo and Luke couldn't even do it Ayy, fuck it I ain't worried 'bout the police when I'm cruisin' (Yeah) Hellcat ain't no thing my dusty boots gon' lose 'em (Yeah) Driver skill be somethin' action movie stupid (Yeah) So many lanes Bo and Luke couldn't even do it (Yeah) (KalaniOnDaBeat motherfucker)