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