Renegades

[Intro] Sometimes I feel like a loaded gun Sometimes I feel like I'm one in the chamber Ready to get shot down, shot out Just one in the chamber ready Like a loaded gun [Verse 1: Yelawolf] I got both wheels on a Harley blazin' a trail in the sunrays Me and this lady, man, it's like church on a Sunday I'm off of my rocker, but rock and roll is my papa Raised me up on this gasoline, Billie Jean was my mama Broken hearts turned to spoken art, my blood is like lava Hard as a rock when I'm cold, yet I can flow just like water Grew up with people that's lethal, grew up with hustling daughters Mothers and fathers alike, like it or not when you saw us Live my life like a rebel, the devil's hot on my tracks But I won't run from my demons, no, I embrace them in fact So remember my spirit when that Slumerican flag waves From entrepreneurs to losers, users and runaways [Pre-Chorus] Ready like a loaded gun Sometimes I feel ready like a loaded gun [Chorus] From entrepreneurs, losers to users and renegades For factory workers, servers and hustlers all the same Single mothers and others, nobodies, prisoners, no-names For entrepreneurs, losers to users and runaways [Verse 2: Yelawolf] Alcohol in my system to face the system of living Marijuana rolled up, money on tables for women For the strippers and divas for those who didn't believe us We went from single wide homes to homes with twenty foot ceilings You may say you hate money, money isn't the issue with you And all of your bullshit, you bullshit me and I miss you Save your tears for your love, smile when love ain't around I'm in the booth for my family, yes I'm holding you down Keep pressing play every day and if they hate, let them hate Believe in you and that's all you can do, so fuck what they say And remember my spirit when that Slumerican flag waves From entrepreneurs, losers to users and renegades [Pre-Chorus] Ready like a loaded gun Sometimes I feel ready like a loaded gun [Chorus] From entrepreneurs, losers to users and renegades For factory workers, servers and hustlers all the same Single mothers and others, nobodies, prisoners, no-names For entrepreneurs, losers to users and runaways [Outro] I feel like a loaded gun Sometimes I feel like I'm one in the chamber Ready to get shot down, shot out Just one in the chamber ready Like a loaded gun