Upchurch – Lone Rider Lyrics
If I gotta, I’ll be a lone rider
Silhouette creepin’ where there is nobody
If I gotta be a local outsider
Won’t switch like the blade in my back, I promise..
This is KalaniOnDaBeat
Church
Motherf#cker
They be treatin’ me like old news, ’cause that’s what they gotta do
But Bubba be a tank, I’m always toppin’ off the diesel fuel
Pickin’ me apart ’til I start pickin’ off a piece of you
I’m Billy with the pen and pad, this ink’ll leave you black and blue
See a daisy by your tomb, take a piss and kill it too
Put bullets in the Bible, heartbeat holy, still I’m livin’ proof
That a flame and halo work together if you make ’em tools
Outlaw shit, sittin’ in a pile of broken rules
Ay, Roadhouse, I need broken stools
Big balls, motherfucker, game of pool?
Cocky as the game I knew
Industry can’t clack back and they don’t match the same views
[Chorus:]
If I gotta, I’ll be a lone rider
Silhouette creepin’ where there is nobody
If I gotta be a local outsider
Won’t switch like the blade in my back, I promise
If I gotta, I’ll be a lone rider
Silhouette creepin’ where there is nobody
If I gotta be a local outsider
Won’t switch like the blade in my back, I promise
Quickdraw on me, see what happens
I’m slick, Boss Hogg, Mr. Country Music Pappy, motherfucker
On a roll, put the tractor on a track, motherfucker
Ladies love a country boy, bushhog, motherfucker
I be rockin’ denim while the enemy like, “Damn him”
You mad I run around like I am Uncle Sam’s bad kid
It pays to be a patriot, I’m already one, don’t need a script
My life be Ford tough, I’m the Super Duty ’cause of it
When they gonna learn this shit? I’m hip hop’s excursionist
I’m swervin’ in these lanes, I make ’em hit the ditch, they scared of dents
From the woods, I’m hard as shit, always fire in my lyrics
The intent is to pitch a tent surrounded by my picket fence
[Repeat Chorus]
Best bet I’m that redneck
Tobacco stain thumbprints on my seven-figure checks (Respect)
Muddy water goon since I came up out the womb
Always yellin’, “Skin”, ’cause I’m never wearin’ any costumes
Country rap king ’til I’m dead, fool
Who raise more hell than me? Dear everybody, It’s not you
White trash ballin’, comin’ at you like it’s COVID
Wear a mask around me or you’ll gasp for air and get to chokin’
Like your lungs, I roped ’em, I’m the stone that never stops the rollin’
To country I’m Al Capone, it’s the industry’s best of moments
The mic to me is a home and in mine I killed all the rodents
My heart has lost its condolence, my silence kills my opponents
[Repeat Chorus.]