[Verse 1]
You can brag about where you’re from,
all them drugs you’ve done
You can build your name off the money and the fame
But what happens when the money’s gone, son?
Bet your house up on a hill,
right around in a coupe de ville
But buddy, all that bling and them things
Sure ain’t keepin’ real
You can say what wanna say, but I ain’t ashamed
[Chorus]
I’m a the G.O.G.
good old boy’s all I’m be
the grace and the on jeans
I’m a the G.O.G.
[Verse 2]
Ain’t no such thing as a bad day fishin’
gets broke around here, I’ll it
I’ll raise cornbread and chicken
Fried Sunday after church
I’m a redneck, blue collar, T-shirt
Tell them six in the dirt
[Chorus]
I’m a the G.O.G.
good old boy’s all I’m be
the grace and the on jeans
I’m a the G.O.G.
[Bridge]
wanna know where I’m from
Straight outta son
I’m a the G.O.G.
good old boy’s all I’m be
the grace God, tell them six deep
the G.O.G.
the G.O.G.
good old boy’s all I’m be
the grace God, it’s plain to see
I’m a the G.O.G.
the grace and the on jeans
I’m a the G.O.G.
I’m a G.O.B.
