AC [Freestyle]

I got the keys to the
Country on a Tennessee lanyard and I be with
My dogs like some stray cockerspaniels
Everybody firin' 'til they see
What's in my handle
This is blood, sweat, and tears motherfucker
They all flammable
Yeah,  people mad like I'm president
But my crib look like the set of a
Film that John Wayne was in
They told me hold it, be careful
The game is dangerous kid
But the danger fuels my fire like I'm
Starrin' up in an action film
Yeah, I'm dodgin' bullets a lot with
This look on my face
I'm waitin' for more shots to
Be thrown in my place
Because I'm mad now, hella pissed
Fuck this ice that's on my wrist
Fuck that Lamborghini, shit cosmetic
So irrelevant
Yeah, I'm country thuggin' with a big shovel
In the back of that S-10 again
Lurkin' through these backroads lookin' high
And low for adrenaline
Aaargh oof, people yankin' my chain
But when one of them links break
I'm rippin' off your face
And you can't hitch a ride with
Me this ain't no choo-choo train
And if it was I'd speed it up
And derail it into a lake
And watch everybody drown 'cause
River Rats don't sink
But a haters body finna wash
Up on a riverside bank
Do you like a country ass daddy
Get your backside spanked
I'm in prison in my own mind
I done made a few shanks
So if you sleepin' on me keep an eye open
You better not blink
'Cause literally I got the urge to
Wash blood off in the sink
And I got people tryna sell me
Shit they know don't run
I got hometown crackheads threaten me
With scraped off guns
And people think this is a joke
'cause I've been nice so long
But motherfucker run that back
Come try to kill me if you want
Yeah, deaf, I don't care, fame
Fuck it if it dies
Old country gonna make it 'cause
I'm locked in four-wheel drive
When I was born the rap
Game got a Southside surprise popped out
The doctor smacked me so I
Blacked his fuckin' eye
I'ma angry patriot so don't think
That I made it yet
But some folks act like my ego done
Swelled up like a Goodyear blimp
And I can't roll with the coolest kids
'cause I don't know what coolness is
To them I'm just foolish and don't
Understand all this music biz
Tell the fuckboys I said stick
An apple in their mouth
I didn't blow up fast
We slow roastin' it down south
My anger made me pull my rat
Rods and old schools out
And when I'm dead and gone their
Won't be one single doubt about
Me helpin' pave the lanes like a TDOT Scout
And leavin' potholes how they are
So my opponents have blowouts
Upchurch from the holler down here
Flexin' with a rebel flag sittin' on
A paid for John Deere

Yup, on my tractor motherfucker church