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This Is Where I'm From Remix

by Upchurch

(Back at it again, son
RHEC, Redneck Nation, Black Fly, motherf*cker)

I'll be in my truck sittin' at the park
Rolling up a joint while I'm watching for the cops
Layin' on my hood, yeah it's after dark
I'm watching for the barge while I'm staring at the stars

This is where I'm from
b*tch this is where I'm from
I'm cruising one lane roads you hear them 38's on
If you lookin' for some sh*t than I probably wouldn't call
You picked the wrong county if you trying to f*ck with us

Ha little chance with a lot of hope
Spent little time on everything I wrote
And somehow I stay afloat
Like a flat bottomed riveted Jon-boat
I'm a sharpshooter like Chris Kyle
Got slick jabs like Caleb Clay
C-H-E-A-T-H-A-M
b*tch I'm the man

Rolling through my town
Square no title and my sh*t cross town
I do it for the sticks that represent the kids who come from rails
I never had a dream until I felt like I ain't have sh*t
Now I'm standing at the top with a Dixie flag in both my hands
f*ck it don't accept me, I'll make sure you gotta see my face
Got honkies jammin' out to me in every single southern state

Don't worry Cracker do your thang
No rushin' boy this ain't no race
But if it was you know you cannot lie
You cannot match my pace

I'll be in my truck sittin' at the park
Rolling up a joint while I'm watching for the cops
Layin' on my hood, yeah it's after dark
I'm watching for the barge while I'm staring at the stars

This is where I'm from
b*tch this is where I'm from
I'm cruising one lane roads you hear them 38's on
If you lookin' for some sh*t than I probably wouldn't call
You picked the wrong county if you trying to f*ck with us

All my boys got tattoos
Looking sh*tty on the job site Port-A-John
Got so many guns in my single wide
My address should be Vietnam
Like damn look at this man
I carry the weight of the woods on my hands
If somebody shoots me at one of my shows
Than you probably gonna have to deal with all of my fans
Call my squad that Dixieland militia
When I'm with them dudes no taking pictures
All I know is what I am
Shout out to all my dirty creekers
Dierdorf got that rebel truck
Look like the civil war with speakers
Yelling f*ck it out the window
Jamming out to Charlie Daniels
And I might spray paint the word skin
On damn near all my f*cking vehicles
I stay shocking bloodsuckers like
Bug lamps to some damn mosquitoes
You can hate us never beat us
f*ck you clique you get no features
I stay making touchdowns while you b*tches sittin' in the bleachers

I'll be in my truck sittin' at the park
Rolling up a joint while I'm watching for the cops
Layin' on my hood, yeah it's after dark
I'm watching for the barge while I'm staring at the stars

This is where I'm from
b*tch this is where I'm from
I'm cruising one lane roads you hear them 38's on
If you lookin' for some sh*t than I probably wouldn't call
You picked the wrong county if you trying to f*ck with us

(This is where I'm from
b*tch this is where I'm from
I'm cruising one lane roads you hear them 38's on
And if you lookin' for some sh*t than I probably wouldn't call
You picked the wrong county if you trying to f*ck with us)

Haha
Upchurch baby
Chicken Willie on the way y'all
You know I love y'all
And I'll keep doin' this sh*t every damn day of my life
Because I wanna give y'all good sh*t
And I'll keep on giving y'all good sh*t
Actually I'll keep on giving y'all the best sh*t there is
Son