Who Run It
Church, yeah, huh 615 born and raised bitch
Uh
Who run it in Tennessee well
Let's break down the sections (Aight)
If you walkin' in Memphis it's
Lil Wyte with some rednecks
Crawlin' up in that box Chevy
Same size as a truck (Ah yeah)
Call it candy painted twice
White god damn bulls
It's gotti always gettin' it
Range Rover on 26's
White on white like storm troopers
Matchin' guns about the Beamer
Three 6 Mafia
Been bumpin' since I was ten years old
My homies bumped the early shit
Because it still ain't old
Yeah NashVegas born and raised
That's the place I'll always stay
First national rap I ever heard was
Lito in his all-star days
When he as sittin' at a table
With a spoon and some thoughts
Spittin' real shit back when he talked
About goin' to heal folks
Crazy motherfucker and we all know
Him by Jelly Roll
First real Nashville artist to make it
On the Jimmy Fallon Show
But ever since more people hit that
Waffle House on White Ridge Road
After stumblin' to 2nd Avenue on a
Saturday tryin' to find your crew
Struggle carved up Nashville for a
While when I was 17
Yeah Jennings went to prison for bein'
The outlaw that you hear about
That dude ain't writin' music he's tellin'
You shit he's really been about
Them black curtains from a jail cell
With some 'merican no actin' out
He might pull up on 51st
With Yelawolf and some goons
Then you'll be the trunk
Music on the Alabama tunes
We got the grimiest
Dirtiest, sickest, hardest, and won't stop
Stay lookin' like some greasers with
The hangout in hip hop
No diamonds just diamond plate smashin'
Guitars on every stage
Head bangin' like I got whiplash
Then wreckin' the fuckin' race
We're jumping in the crowd
Yelling out "yeah Ho"
Round here we get it done in
The country and in the hood
'Cause we all southern as barbecue
With Jack Daniel's on ribs
Got more money in my car then
I got in my own crib
I stay smoking in this lane
Like Nashville pharoahs on Friday
Smashville in this bitch and we
All down to ride (Ayy)
Haystak was the first to go
Put on for the sticks
While they was yellin' "get em Pump"
In the hood with the bricks
And as for me I'm the one who
Never ran around in the city
I was drunk in a cornfield
Sippin' bourbon and fuckin' whiskey
Smokin' a spiffy kerosene keepin' it
Lit on the weekend
Thinkin' I can't be a rapper my
Ass didn't think of this scene well shit
Haha, shout-out to everyone from
Nashville man if
I forgot y'all I'm sorry dude
But you gotta remember i'm a
Little hick ass kid who
Lives in Cheatam County i grew
Up on like Alan
Jackson and shit the other stuff
I had to find
For myself bro my parents didn't listen to
All that stuff, but, you know, hey I'm from
Here so, shout-out to all you man
I love you guys
Church