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who run it - upchurch lyrics

[intro]
church, yeah, huh
615 born and raised b-tch
uh

[verse 1]
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 d-mn 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 sh-t 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 sh-t back when he talked about goin’ to heal folks
crazy motherf-cker 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 sat-rday 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 sh-t 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 f-ckin’ 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 b-tch 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 f-ckin’ whiskey
smokin’ a spiffy kerosene keepin’ it lit on the weekend
thinkin’ i can’t be a rapper my -ss didn’t think of this scene
well sh-t

[verse 2]
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 -ss kid who lives in cheatam county. i grew up on like alan jackson and sh-t. 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

[outro]
church

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