I might be broke but I gotta dolla in my pocket I might be broke but I got some food upon my pallet I might be broke but I work hard every week just to come home to the sticks and live this life of luxury I'm just a simple man I grew up I'm the south Whatever I shoot it ends up on the table in yo mouth I know how to clean it grandma knows how to cook it If you dont like whatcha see you see them rocks you better kick it That's the life I live and if you dont like it you ain't livin I'm just a country boy raised up in the South southernlivin Front porch chillin and I gotta beer in my hand Keep the .40 loaded just in case you come across this land I dont ever miss unless its yankee terms that yo be saying When it come to my targets yea you know yea I be slaying All my friends that know me say I'm as hood as it gets I used to get my ass whooped all the way up them steps That's why I remain respectful im polite as it gets I was raised up in the dirt yall on the Facebook for respect I dont give a shit whatcha say I dont call collect Cuz I may be broke as fuck but I get mad respect I drive an old truck 89 with that long ass bed And I got an old lady that loves to give me ... Haha you thought I was gonna say I'll let you infer instead Cuz this country life I'm livin taste better than cornbread Click clack bang that ain't a sound you wana hear Unless I'm in the the woods hunting squirrels or shootin deer I'm might be on a bridge catching cats with my fishing gear Or maybe at the ocean slinging shrimps off that wooden peer