Текст песни Born This Way! (feat. Ryan Upchurch) - Mike Bama , Ryan Upchurch

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Ain't nobody stoppin' this
You can try all you want to though boy

I'm saving country rap, it's too generic and old
I stay shittin' on 'em, like they livin' in my commode
Everybody use to tell me I was too down-home
So I told 'em click record and let me tell you some'

'Cause I ain't never gave a shit, and I ain't gonna start
Got a rebel flag on my front lawn
Tote a bunch of guns with the safety off
You can hear me comin', straight pipe exhaust

In the sticks, no shit, I'm a backwoods boss
Gonna take Chris Kyle to pick me off
That Cheatham County blood bubba
You don't wanna piss me off

I'm cold with my aim like I'm poppin' these ducks
Smokin' these tires like I'm burnin' my truck
Killin' these tracks like I want the guts
Got blood on my hands that I don't wash off

Gimmie two big pines and a Milo's tea
And I'm spreadin' sick shit like HIV
I'ma raise this bar for the redneck scene
Make all these boys wish they was me

'Cause all I do is RHEC shit, like a derby car
People call me roll-cage, 'cause I stay makin' perfect bars
I got one main objective, show my fans we winnin'!
'Cause that's the way Upchurch been
Since the very damn beginnin', boy

Country boy, stay killin' it, beatin' up the track, gettin' loud to a little bit of
Country noise, talk smack get hit 'round here, live life no fear
I'll be damned if I let you get in our way, it ain't the time or place
Might wanna think twice before you mess with my gang (gang)
'Cause we were born this way!

When I say get ready, you better get ready
'Cause after this year, you're never gonna forget me (never)
Most of these rappers are soft as spaghetti (what?)
It's 'bout to go down like Jason vs Freddy (oh)

I'm killin' these rappers, capital murder
Half of you bitches, ain't nobody heard of
Slap you around like Tina Turner
Turn the plea down like Bobby Shmurda

I'm on it right now, so better leave me alone
If you get up in my face, then I'm rockin' your dome
No-no more bein' nice, them days are all gone (over)
I'm makin' a life, that I built on my own (mine)
Its me and my boys, from R.H.E.C.
You know Upchurch the Redneck is clean as they be

Just hand us a mic, and drop us a beat
Then step back and watch, as we make history
I think I'm more than a man, I think I'm better than great
I think these haters slept on me, and now they wide and awake!

They rockin', "Back to My Roots" and they feelin' my grind
Reppin' R.H.E.C. until the end of time
We ain't ya average joe's, and we ain't from the slums (nah)
We from the sticks and the hollers, where we stand for some-

And if you wanna test me, better be grade A
'Cause I'm rollin' with a squad, like a rebel parade (yeah)
Rockin' dixie land flags, showin' off our southern pride
If you got a problem with it, we can take it outside (let's go)

But you wouldn't wanna try me, 'cause you wouldn't last a round
We could Rage-N-The-Cage, make it really go down
I ain't promisin' nothin', I ain't sayin' a word
But if the shots was fired, then I bet they was heard

(Shots was fired, then I bet they was heard)