Rappa from the kuntry Lyrics

What are you ashamed of

We don't hide who we are

If I ever see you cover your face again

I'll cover it permanently

You understand that? When you walk with me

you walk all the way to the fucking gate

I'm not a country rapper, I'm a rapper from the country

Bent too many corners to put that label up over me

I'm just another cat hanging out in the tool shed

Wasting killing time while I'm juggling rats' heads

Couple dogs in the yard, I know they think that I'm better dead

Gotta put the goat down with two shots to the fucking head

But I'm from the sticks, I'm with the shit, just know that we hard heads

Try me little bitch, put a wish on your death bed bitch

Heard what I said, I ain't fucking around

Jelly ain't the only one the talk of the town

I was down and out, y'all, but look at me now

I came up out of nowhere and they wondering how

Dug the ditches with my hands, too poor for the plow

And I made it out the trenches with no handouts

Now I'm giving hands up, so many around

So hyped, so proud, and I'ma take my bow

Deep in gasoline and I'm fighting like matches

Came up hella quick, stuffing money in the mattress

Smoking hella green and I'm drinking till I'm fucking plastered

What else you expect from a poor slum bastard

Don't ever fuck with pirates or you're gonna walk the plank

That's on some real spit, you can take it to the bank

I stayed in Atlanta and it made me a braveheart

Pistol to my face and it gave me a fresh start

Hop off in the bucket, haul ass in fast cars

Y'all don't buy the time they here, they won't know who we are

Baptized by the fire, yeah, straight out the flame, bitch

Realize when I'm too busy getting it