Say About Me (feat. Offset)

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

Yeah, 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

See I got the hottest woman that this world has ever seen

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

I got the baddest bitch in the game

Diamonds on her neck and wrist make it rain

I eat Percocet ease the pain

Hate it or you love it imma pull up in your brain

Trap star, rock star, you can hear it in the guitar

Oh god, this a lambo not a Mopar

Fishtail doing doughnuts like a go-cart

They go 12 hit the gas on a cop car

Oh my soul l I can tell when she looking for the gold

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

Make the weed smoke blow

While I'm on the balcony in the robe

Black diamonds in some chrome

Get the bread gotta get it by the loaf

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

We raised up on that Hank Jr. 83, son

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

Now somebody scream