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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yelawolf
Vocals
Jimmy Giannos
Programming
Dominic Jordan
Programming
Herchel Boone
Background Vocals
Kid Rock
Vocals
Luis Resto
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Atha
Songwriter
Jimmy Giannos
Songwriter
Jason Boyd
Songwriter
Daen Simmons
Songwriter
Dominic Jordan
Songwriter
Jamal Rashid
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Audibles
Producer
Mr.Pyro
Producer
Eminem
Mixing Engineer
Al Sutton
Recording Engineer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Joe Strange
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Kawan "KP" Prather
Executive Producer
Mike Strange
Recording Engineer
Sasha Sirota
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm throwed off
It 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, let's roll, let's roll
[Verse 2]
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 boy's hotter than Hell's Gate, but I still in the shade
With a foldout chair and a 30 pack on the back of that tailgate
A-L-A-B-A-M-A, I'm off, I might pee in the lake
I might go to Talladega and see me a race
And bring me case, yeah, I'm bringing the case
I'm getting throwed off
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I'm throwed off
It 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, let's roll, let's roll
[Verse 4]
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 bat underneath that Chevy seat
Yeah, but it might go off, split you like a bowling ball
Spit you in my overalls
Yeah, home of the gumbo
Got a couple folks that'll 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
And not understand that Bama s'language
Like hollering, ain't it, but I come to paint it
So you won't get throwed off
[Verse 5]
Yeah, I'm throwed off
It 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, let's roll, let's roll
[Verse 6]
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 the shoebox
Now I bang Beretta
She's 22 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 catalog
With more hits than a fucking jack hammer, dawg
'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 (Yeah, I'm throwed off)
[Verse 7]
Ain't about the money I'ma blow it off
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, let's roll, let's roll
Written by: D Jordan, Daen Simmons, Jason Boyd, Jimmy Giannos, Michael Atha