[Intro]
Yeah buddy
What's up YouTube
Ain't done a remix in a minute
Church, ha ha
So I figured I'd hop up in this bitch today
Hey thanks Stoner, thanks Trav
Church

[Verse 1]
I bet they prolly wish I'd go ahead and stop it
Half it poppin' half of Davy Crockett
Always got a buck knife tucked away up in my pocket
And when I click the pen I take off like a rocket
Never had a prob' with writer's block or nothin'
Grew up in a place where everyone went huntin'
But I ain't lookin' for no deer cracker
I got my eyes up on the throne I'm about to be ownin'
Camouflage jacket lookin' like a prince
Hair look like I sleep up underneath a bridge
Hand full of rings and that ain't for no looks
That's just in case I got to throw a couple hooks
They said I couldn't now I'm in the mirror cheesin'
Laughin' at the folks who would never believe it
Askin' for their tickets to the local shows
Sorry they sold out like last week bro
And I be sprayin' beer like Stone Cold in the 90's
Always in the spot where you won't ever find me
I ain't Ricky Bobby ain't no one behind me
Made a name without a label havin' to sign me
They ask me why I'm cocky I tell em' cause I can
Stuntin' in my high school reunion in a Lam
My teacher's yearly compensation sittin' in the parkin' lot out front so tell em' what it is
[Chorus 1]
I don't give a fuck what no one says
My dream was always floatin' over top by bed
And these lights on the stage make me feel like home
I ain't a God I'm just a peasant, yeah, that stole the kings throne

[Verse 2]
I ain't a God I ain't a God, I'm just another one of that man's daily great creations
I stay burnin' mothafuckas up like my job is handlin' every day cremations
Ashes on my shirt I'm face to face with flames, roll another blunt when Rollin' Stoned is played
I be rollin' in a fuckin' motorcade, Super Swampers on the fuckin' Escalade
Clean cut like Bruce Wayne, all blacked out like CIA
So many rounds when I'm travelin' shows, you'd think I brought the fuckin' NRA
I'm the ice man I write Chuck Liddells, go ahead flip the page I got shit to say
Got bitch I'm busy on my studio door 'cause when it comes to rap I don't fuckin' play
Yeah I'm country as a baton black and tan, redneck like I'm livin' in a hot summer
Have a bunch of fine ass Dixie chicks hangin' out the windows of my jacked up hauler
Boot clickin' like Garth Brooks, lifestyle lookin' like John Denver
If I don't make it to the Hall of Fame, then fuck 'em all I'll still be remembered

[Chorus 1]
I don't give a fuck what no one says
My dream was always floatin' over top by bed
And these lights on the stage make me feel like home
I ain't a God I'm just a peasant, yeah, that stole the kings throne
[Outro]
Y'all already know I ain't nobody special son, listen
Y'all want me to remix something let me know what it is in the comments aight
Fuckin' love you guys
Thanks for the half million subscribers I love y'all
See y'all later

Yeah
That stole the kings throne