Rear View Lyrics

Church
Motha-fucka hmm
Uhh um
Aight look, I got something to tell ya

Tell your favorite rapper I said fuck all his opinions
Tell my biggest enemies they weak and on my shit list
Imma roll this J and kill it, wrapped in sheets, made of linen
Smile at cameras like a villain
Already got my recognition
I'm the son of the south
Not big enough for my mouth
But for this side of town
I represent 'til I'm out
Then camouflage a Bentley to blend in with bark in the trees
Burn the backwoods down and I ain't trippin' 'bout leaves
Boy

I be in a phantom on a dirt road cruise
I sit in the back like Hank Williams would
I stare at the moon 'til my eyes start to fall
Before it goes dark, before it goes dark
I see a shooting star
In the rear view of this car
I see a shooting star
I see a shooting star

I'm the king of the country
No label can fuck me
I show up downtown then country starts gets scared and ignore me
Showin' up tassels hangin'
Boots click off the pavement
Entourage of Holler Boys like a movie I Johns Wayne it
Who you know who's independent with missin' teeth in the front
Walkin' down Broadway 50 deep with some boys from the cut
Goin' in the back of any fuckin' bar that we want
Snatch the drink out the hand of a hater see what he does
Yeah I'm Cadillac bubba don't care if I get in trouble
I'm a smoke my weed anyway with the police at my window
Came from muddy boots
Now I'm rockin' somethin' new
2022 with Hank senior nudie suits tellin' labels fuck you

I be in a phantom on a dirt road cruise
I sit in the back like Hank Williams would
I stare at the moon 'til my eyes start to fall
Before it goes dark, before it goes dark
I see a shooting star
In the rear view of this car
I see a shooting star
I see a shooting star (I see a shooting star)
Shooting star (In the rear view of this car)
I see a shooting star (Shooting star)
I see a shooting star (Shooting star)