Say About Me

Rolling Stone called me the most open-minded redneck on the block

'K, but I ain't the first good ol' boy to mix country with his rock

See, I grew up in a single wide with a poster of Kid Rock

And when you start out from the bottom, son, you scream when you're on top

From a muddy truck, to a shiny bus, to a twin turbo jet

The odds are always stacked against me but there ain't nothin' stopped me yet

'Cause I make money, I make music

I got swagger and I use it

Cowboy hat when I feel it

Feather in the back, Zebco reelin'

Skip from a Bentley to a 350

I wake up in the mornin' see how it hits me

At the end of the day I'm just a redneck boy in the hills of Tennessee

And I was raised not to care what people say about me

Uh, yeah

That's right, check it

See, I got the hottest women that this world has ever seen (damn)

And I married that girl on a farm in the country underneath a magnolia tree

A couple years went by and a demo of mine hopped on the radio

So we bumped it up to a master track and we took it out on the road

And before I knew it there was platinum records up hangin' on my wall

And I thank God every day I'm a member of the Grand Ole Opry, y'all

'Cause I make money, I make music

I got swagger and I use it

Cowboy hat when I feel it

Feather in the back, Zebco reelin'

Skip from a Bentley to a 350

I wake up in the mornin' see how it hits me

At the end of the day I'm just a redneck boy in the hills of Tennessee

And I was raised not to care what people say about me

Alright, uh

Offset

I got the baddest bitch in the game (bad)

Diamonds on her neck and wrist, make it rain (ice)

I eat Percocet, ease the pain (pain)

Hate it or you love it, I'ma pull up in a Range (hey)

Trap star, rock star, you can hear it in the guitar (hoo)

Oh God, this a Lambo' not a Mopar ('Par)

Fishtail doing donuts like a go-kart (skrrt)

There go twelve, hit the gas on a cop car

On my soul, I can tell when she looking for the gold

On my soul, I get the bag then I'm out the back door

Let the weed smoke blow

While I'm on the balcony in the robe

Black diamonds, it's a crow

Get the bread, gotta get it by the loaf

Skip from a Bentley to a 350

I wake up in the mornin' and see how it hits me

At the end of the day I'm just a redneck boy in the hills of Tennessee

And I was raised not to care what people say about me

Alright

We raised up on that Hank Jr. 83, son

Put your hands in the air, put your hands in the air

Now somebody scream