Upchurch, Adam Calhoun - Ones Like Me lyrics

Uh when they put me in this box
They should have throwed away the key
I done spit so many bars
I got construction worker teeth
Yeah, concrete on a calm beat
Clearcoat on the top me
Tennessee and source hot beats
Big fuck with the hard feet
Come to my neck of the woods
And I'll flip flop your Jeep
All the way down a big ass hill when
The shit's creek with no cell reception
If country rap is a euphemism I'm
A pinnacle on an independent prism
Yeah, I got them like "How the
Fuck he do it? yeah
He must be a Free Mason"
Or gettin' broke in by the Illuminati
In an experimental type basons, yeah
And I'm like fuck y'all that's my credit
Not even Baphomet can come and take it
Unless he wants to be up on my wall
With the rappers I killed last season
Yeah, country rap, no cap at all
Unless that motherfuckers made of straw
Still sittin' on my front porch in
My underwear scratchin' my balls

And I don't chase fame I
Let the fame chase me
And I ain't gonna change or
Let the change make me
And I don't need a camera, I don't watch TV
So don't ask me 'bout celebrities
I only celebrate for the ones like me
(Ones like me) woah, for the ones like me
I only celebrate for the ones like me
(Ones like me) woah, for the ones like me
For the ones like me

You know what you lackin' (Lackin')
Hard work and passion (Passion)
These wack ass rappers (Huh)
Talk shit, just actin'
How you goin' against the
Grain? Just askin'
We ain't even in the same lane
You trash man man, kiss the hands
You don't deserve a body bag
Fans come out to your show
They want their money back
Revenue streams, money
Stacked to the ceilin', can't see you dummy
Fuck a record deal I'd rather sit
Here with a beer can
Truck so high like I'm in
A fuckin' deer stand
Look at my hands, callouses, workin'
Tougher than nails, you faggots is nerds
Softer than baby shit, I'm on my crazy shit
EST 1980 bitch, until the wheels fall off
Then my hair turns gray when they
Put me in my grave
Bury me a G like back in 2Pac's day
Me and Church the new version
Of 2Pac and Dre then

And I don't chase fame I
Let the fame chase me
And I ain't gonna change or
Let the change make me
And I don't need a camera, I don't watch TV
So don't ask me 'bout celebrities
I only celebrate for the ones like me
(Ones like me) woah, for the ones like me
I only celebrate for the ones like me
(Ones like me) woah, for the ones like me
For the ones like me