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Cheatham County
Cheatham County

Who who who the fuck am I? I'm the king of the hick shit
All so what I wanna be except it ain't all sticks
Yeah I'm redneck ratchet like a strap on a YZ
Head all the way up like the little cracker I'ma be

I'm from a rowdy place it looks like Sleepy Hollow late at night
So don't go runnin' out of gas, we ain't got trespassing signs
Dogs run loose, yeah they bite, I got like 8 or 9
A chip up on my shoulder
Hold it, Load it, Smokin' 45s
Been through a lot of shit, I 69 your damn opinion
Hillbilly shit, yeah my momma knew she raised up hell, yeah
Age 16, I was sneakin' out, late night rebellion
Then she found them steroids in my bag and called the county sheriff
Ain't nobody perfect, damn near everybody makes mistakes
Don't go judgin' me unless you tryna get your teeth misplaced
Raised by them skins, creek water make my heart beat
Don't go walkin' in my woods unless you want that 40

I'm from deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick
Deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick
So don't come up in my spot, tryna tread on me
I keep them flags flyin' boy and that lead on me

I'm from deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick
Deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick
So don't come up in my spot, tryna tread on me
I keep them flags flyin' boy and that lead on me

I'm a hicktown rockstar, scars and they cover my body
Surrounded by some sexy ladies lookin' like some supermodels
I'm Nascar with my style, done lapped y'all like 9 times
I'm Earnhardt in his prime, I sleep in the winner's circle since I tend to be there all the time
I do what I do for the folks like me
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Wakin' up, bust that clock at 3 with a little bit of gas and enough to eat eat
Everybody now facing that struggle, I'm about to bust your bubble
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, I got [?]
They callin' me a rapper, shit I'm just an extra [?]
I'm painting my own legacy and hangin' rappers like drywall
Michael Jackson on them bitches, grabbin' on my white balls

I'm from deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick
Deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick
So don't come up in my spot, tryna tread on me
I keep them flags flyin' boy and that lead on me

I'm from deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick
Deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick
So don't come up in my spot, tryna tread on me
I keep them flags flyin' boy and that lead on me

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