Am What I Am

I don't hang with snowflakes, big fakes or suck-ups

I roll with the gangsters, rednecks and fuck-ups

Dropping them caddies and jacking them trucks up

Hunting and fishing, you know what's up

Hanging these bucks up, straight Boone and Crockett

Rocking the mic just like white chocolate

Been the game since we was flipping cassettes

And you still ain't met a motherfucking like me yet, huh

I was born in the country

I grew up in the streets

I got down in old Detroit

Raised some hell in Tennessee

Praise the Lord every Sunday

Couldn't care less what people think

"Yes sir, yes ma'am", a sinner, a saint

I am what I am, I ain't what I ain't

(I am what I am) damn it feels good

Damn it feels good

I like truck stop chicken, pickles and french fries

All kinds of women, skinny or thick thighs

No mirage baby, open your eyes

I got a camouflaged double-wide up on the hillside

So fly you could call me the fliest

So high you could call me your highness

So what if I'm over the hill? Come on

Say I won't 'cause motherfucker I will

I was born in the country

I grew up in the streets

I got down in old Detroit

Raised some hell in Tennessee

Praise the Lord every Sunday

Couldn't care less what people think

"Yes sir, yes ma'am", a sinner, a saint

I am what I am, I ain't what I ain't

I was born in the country

I grew up in the streets

I got down in old Detroit

Raised some hell in Tennessee

I was born in the country

I grew up in the streets

I got down in old Detroit

Raised some hell in Tennessee

Praise the Lord every Sunday

Couldn't care less what people think

"Yes sir, yes ma'am", a sinner, a saint

I am what I am, I ain't what I ain't

I am what I am, I ain't what I ain't

Damn it feels good

I am what I am, I ain't what I ain't

Damn it feels good