The Other Way lyrics

[Intro]
Church, Church, Church, Church

[Verse 1]
Where'd it all begin, pourin' 'crete on a job site
Paintin' on some trim, caulk makin' my blue jeans white
Sittin' in Belle Meade eatin' wits on a Wednesday
With my last eight dollars Tuesday before Friday
It's payday on the table, 10 by the hour
Feelin' hell and paint fumes, sweatin' every single hour
Hot and sticky from the old rags, semigloss on my white skin
Pride of where I'm from, blue collar with good sense
I'm fearless, put your f*ckin' pistol away (Come on)
pus*y use weapons b*tch I'm throwin' hands every day (Lets go)
But if you're gonna use a knife I'll bring an M1 Garand
f*ckin' with me gonna cost you 'bout a arm and a leg (Blah Blah)
Blood drippin' out the gate of 90 model Chevy (Ha)
No guns in the truck and it didn't come from Bambi (Nope)
b*tch I'm Jason Voorhees don't f*ck with my temper
Got a mind like Norman Bates with hair like Justin Bieber (Ha ha ha)
I feel like Daryl Dixon, I just wanna slaughter
Feel like I'm the king and I just got a say (Ha)
I'm sittin' on a hill with crosshairs in your face
And honestly believe I'm thinkin' a whole different way
I live a different way, I say different sh*t
I stand behind my words, you won't catch me slip
And all the boots that I wear cost about a stack and a half (Come on)
If you don't like me b*tch you can kiss my ass
Yeah, I feel like Elvis Presley, actually kinda catchy (Oh)
Ain't nothin' but a hound dog hangin' out the Chevy (Oh yeah)
Other rappers don't impress me, honestly I hate the industry
They make it impossible to do it independently
[Chorus]
I don't need your handouts, I don't need your change
You can take your money, brother, walk the other way
I don't need your handouts, I don't need your change
You can take your money, brother, walk the other way

[Verse 2]
Pull up in the parkin' lot soundin' like a honky-tonk
Takin' nobody's sh*t, yeah, that's what daddy taught
Craigslist junkie, ain't no tellin' what I'll roll up in
Console, yeah, Churchman fidden to roll a bit
Splittin' up a Swish, Larry Bird with the willow
b*tch I go hard like I'm half armadillo
I'm on fire like hippies with Maria cigarillos
People sleepin' on me like they own fifty pillow
Yeah, I'm from the underground, cold like well water
Bleed orange on the daily, Tennessee motherf*cker (Church)
CheatCo born, Ashland 'cause I'm hot sh*t
Number 2 pencil woods sold for a hand b*tch
If I ever get a Grammy I swear I'll use it to shoot at
And throw it in the burn pile and watch it melt in tall grass
That materialistic sh*t is not what I'm about
I'm from every real motherf*cker in the south

[Chorus]
I don't need your handouts, I don't need your change
You can take your money, brother, walk the other way
I don't need your handouts, I don't need your change
You can take your money, brother, walk the other way
The other way
The other way
Just keep on walkin'
The other way
[Outro]
I don't want your f*ckin' little input, I don't want you to invest in me
I want to do this all by my motherf*ckin' self
Because I wanna show the world that this sh*t can be done by your motherf*ckin' self
So watch me do me
Let the BandPlay
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