[Chorus: Kid Rock]

Yeah I’m throwed off

Ain't about the money I’ma blow it all

I made my own lane

Let’s roll, let's roll

Yeah, I’m going off

Ain't got a whole lot but I’ma show it off

Better recognize game, lets roll, lets roll

[Verse 1: Yelawolf]

Yeah now let me welcome you to my small town

Big trucks in the yard, big bucks on the wall, country folks all around

How I was raised

808 drums quaking, they shake that box, '88

And the dope boys hotter than hells gate

But I, still in the shade

With a fold out chair, with a thirty pack on the back of that tailgate

A-L-A, B-A-M-A

I’m off I might be in the lake

I might go to Talladega and see me a race

And bring me a case

Yeah I’m bringing the case

I’m getting throwed off

[Chorus: Kid Rock]

Yeah I’m throwed off

Ain't about the money I’ma blow it all

I made my own lane

Let’s roll, let's roll

Yeah, I’m going off

Ain't got a whole lot but I’ma show it off

Better recognize game, lets roll, lets roll

[Verse 2: Yelawolf]

And I’m all the way throwed off

Z71 take the bow off

Dipped in Mossy Oak with a mullet mohawk

Yeah with a bright orange hat and a bag underneath that Chevy seat

Yeah buddy, might go off

Split you like a bowling ball

Spit chew in my overalls

Yeah home of the gumbo

Got a couple folks that’d do it to you for the hundo

And when them elephant feet rumble

That Dixie Cup's gonna fall off the console

You don’t wanna have a convo with not understand that Bama slanguage

Like hollering ain't it

But I come to paint it, so it won’t be throwed off

Chorus: [Kid Rock]

Yeah I’m throwed off

Ain't about the money I’ma blow it all

I made my own lane

Let’s roll, let's roll

Yeah, I’m going off

Ain't got a whole lot but I’ma show it off

Better recognize game, lets roll, lets roll

[Verse 3: Kid Rock]

I’m just a Kid that Rocks

I’m just a boy with a dream

That bet it all with the last bill that I had hid in my socks

Used to keep a .22 in a shoebox

Now I bang Beretta

She’s twenty-two and I keep her in a tube top

White trash and all

Take us all the way to the top and then laugh it off

Like how the fuck did I get a catalogue with more hits

Than a fucking jackhammer, dog

'Cause I planned it all

Crimson Tide standing tall

Shit, I’m another lit cannon ball

Fuck around and I’m going off and I’m getting throwed off

[Chorus: Kid Rock]

Yeah I’m throwed off

Ain't about the money I’ma blow it all

I made my own lane

Let’s roll, let's roll

Yeah, I’m going off

Ain't got a whole lot but I’ma show it off

Better recognize game, lets roll, lets roll