Backwoods

And I'm a rebel, in my way
And I'm an outlaw, renegade
On my bible, mama pray
Till my downfall, dying day

Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, when I came in
What I said to the game, when I claimed it
When I told 'em I was taken all the bankroll
Spend on my kinfolk, tell me I'm an angel
I just wanna see my name though
At the top of the marquee
When I park at the party
You can tether and feather and tar me with my blue collar army
You ain't never gonna harm me, disbar me
Nah uh uh, it's that that Johnny Rotten
It's on and poppin' we gonna take it to the bank now
I ain't one you wanna take out
Blackout when I break out, better back down
Overtime and I grind for days
Intertwined wit' a mind that'll find a way
Ain't no way I'ma die today
So you can vibe wit' a rhyme when we congregate
Ever wonder about the words I say
Where they come from, how they concur my pain
I just know that I've earned my way
On the road I've paved, from the price I've paid
Take a look at every bite I take
Every night I pray that I do not wake
From the dream I chase, every beat I grace
I'ma be E E that great
Lot of ya'll like who this cat
Where the fuck did he do this at, Montana ya'll
I'm just tryin' to make it through this act
Make a track for the workin' class, better tell 'em all
I'm just tryin' to make it on the road
Top of the class, I'm honor roll
Last year to this year I'm on a roll
But I still ain't found that pot of gold

And I'm a rebel, in my way
And I'm an outlaw, renegade
On my bible, mama pray
Till my downfall, dying day

Got used to the dusty roads
Where the country boys shot, rusty loads
In a small town we ain't got a blindfold
Lookin' out the window where the wind blow
You ain't gonna tell me what I ain't gonna be
When I aim for the beat wit' a shotgun
Tell me that I'm on one, yo, Johnny and I'm rotten
I can say 'n do what I want to
Cause I'm onto Indy when I speak on a beat now
Tell a hater get a beat down, when a run n try to leave town
Half full cup, optimistic, have pull even when the shit not realistic
Just tryin' to make my way past competition
In a game where your fame is your opposition
Tell me how you gonna pay admission
When you're broke and livin' like a lost musician
When your girls walkin' out the front door
Cause you spent your whole check on a home studio
Bitch, how you feelin' me now?
Shoulda thought about thinkin' about stickin' around
Yo, it's too late now
Shoulda thought about that before kickin' me out
Uh, now I'm livin' the life, full time rock star come to light
Got money in the bank and an appetite
To get more but I know it ain't overnight
But I'm dynamite, I might die tonight
So I'ma spit this shit till I'm outta sight
Yo, it's black and white, gassed up, bags packed, takin' flight, uh

And I'm a rebel, in my way
And I'm an outlaw, renegade
On my bible, mama pray
Till my downfall, dying day