Buildin' Dreams on the Daily Grind

Sunrise, out the gate, boots hit the ground,

Hustle with my boys, never slowin' down.

B Brandon, Smokin Joe, Moped Ricky, hold tight,

One-eyed David, Incognito Frank, workin' all night.

Dawn breaks, we’re rollin' out, tools in hand, no doubt,

Buildin' pole barns, pourin' concrete, there ain’t no slackin’ out.

Sweat drips, dirt flips, got that blue-collar flair,

Everyday grind, yeah, we dare to dare.

From daylight's first light to the dark moon’s glow,

We’re buildin' dreams, let that hard work show.

Pound that nail, pour that mix, never backin' down,

Country boys with a city-made crown.

Bustin' ass on the daily grind, to the break of dawn,

Workin' with my brothers, keep that hustle goin' on.

Buildin' history, one pole, one pour, ain’t no quit,

Country rap, real deal, yeah, we never sit.

Smokin' Joe’s got that fire, Ricky's ridin' slow,

One-eyed David, see the world a little different, ya know?

Incognito Frank, workin' undercover, never slack,

Together we’re unstoppable, never cuttin’ any slack.

So when the sun dips low and jobs are done,

We toast to the day, our hard work spun.

Country roots, city grit, legends in the makin’,

Day in, day out, never shakin'.