Say About Me
Chris Janson, Offset
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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
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Written by: Blake Anthony Carter, Chris Janson, Shy Carter, Tommy Cecil
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