The Other Way

Church, Church, Church, Church

[Verse 1]
Where did I begin, pouring 'crete on a job site
Painting on some trim, caulk making my blue jeans white
Sitting in [?] eatin' wits on a Wednesday
With my last 8 dollars Tuesday before Friday
It's payday on the table, 10 by the hour
Feeling hell and paint fumes, sweating every single hour
Hot and sticky from the old rags simmer gloss on my white skin
Pride of where I'm from, blue collar with good sin
I'm fearless, put your f*cking pistol away (come on)
pus*y use weapons b*tch I'm throwing hands every day (lets go)
But if you're gonna use a knife I'll bring an M1 Garand
f*cking with me gonna cost you 'bout a arm and a leg
Blood dripping out the gate of 90 model Chevy
No guns in the trunk and it didn't come from Bambi
b*tch I'm Jason Voorhees don't f*ck with my temper
Got a mind like Norman Bates with hair like Justin Bieber
I feel like Daryl Dixon, I just wanna slaughter
Feel like I'm the king and I just got a say
I'm sitting on a hill with crosshairs on your face
And honestly believe I'm thinking a whole different way
I live a different way, I say different sh*t
I stand behind my words, you won't catch me slip
And all the boots that I wear cost about a stack and a half
If you don't like me b*tch you can kiss my ass
Yeah I feel like Elvis Presley, actually kinda catchy
Ain't nothing but a hound dog hanging out the Chevy
Other rappers don't impress me, honestly I hate the industry
They make it impossible to do it independently

[Chorus]
I don't need your handouts, I don't need your change
You can take your money, brother, walk the other way
I don't need your handouts, I don't need your change
You can take your money, buddy, walk the other way

[Verse 2]
Pull up in the parking lot sounding like a honky-tonk
Taking no body's sh*t, yeah that's what daddy taught
Craigslist junkie, ain't no telling what I'll roll up in
Console, yeah, Churchman fidden to roll a bit
Spitting up a swish Larry Bird with the willow
b*tch I go hard like I'm half armadillo
I'm on fire like hippies with Maria cigarillos
People sleeping on me like their own fifty pillow
Down from the underground, cold like well water
Bleed orange on the daily, Tennessee motherf*cker
Chico born, Ashland 'cause I'm hot sh*t
Number 2 pencilwoods sold for a hand b*tch
If I ever get a Grammy I swear I'll use it to shoot at
And throw it in the burn pile and watch it melt in tall grass
Materialistic sh*t is not what I'm about
I'm from every real motherf*cker in this house

[Chorus]
I don't need your handouts, I don't need your change
You can take your money, brother, walk the other way
I don't need your handouts, I don't need your change
You can take your money, buddy, walk the other way

[Outro]
The other way
The other way
Just keep on walking
The other way

I don't want your f*cking little input, I don't want you to invest in me
I want to do this all by my motherf*cking self
Because I wanna show the world that this sh*t can be done by your motherf*cking self
So watch me do me
(Let the band play)

Church, Church
Church, Church, Church, Church
Church, Church, Church, Church