Track · Mar 11, 2026 · English
Mud On My Sneakers
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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Trailer roof leaking on a twin-size bed
Roaches in the kitchen, mama bowin' her head
Red beans, three days, same pot on the flame
I learned how to stretch it ‘fore I learned my name
Hand-me-down shoes, both soles halfway gone
Bus stop, August heat, sweat stuck to my palm
School kids laughin’ at the holes in my clothes
I laughed like it’s funny, but it cut to the bone
[Chorus]
From the bayou to the bankroll, look what I became
Had nothing but a prayer and a pocket full of change
Mud on my sneakers, now I’m steppin’ on the stage
Turned all of that pressure to a diamond in the chain (yeah)
From food stamps folded in my grandma’s Bible page
To cousins in the front row screamin’ out my name
Hard times in Louisiana carved me out of pain
Had nothing but a dream and I made it into gain
[Verse 2]
Daddy disappeared like the sun in a storm
Mama worked doubles just to keep the lights on
Hurricanes hit, we would sit in the dark
Listening to sirens, countin’ beats of my heart
I saw uncles get lost in a brown paper bag
I swore I’d be different, put my hurt in a pad
Every verse was a plan, every line was a step
Talkin’ to the ceiling like it might answer back
[Chorus]
From the bayou to the bankroll, look what I became
Had nothing but a prayer and a pocket full of change
Mud on my sneakers, now I’m steppin’ on the stage
Turned all of that pressure to a diamond in the chain (woah)
From food stamps folded in my grandma’s Bible page
To cousins in the front row screamin’ out my name
Hard times in Louisiana carved me out of pain
Had nothing but a dream and I made it into gain
[Bridge]
You ever count pennies for a gallon of gas? (uh)
You ever play brave with a mask made of glass?
I took every “you can’t” like a cut to the skin
Now every scar on my body spell “I still win”
[Chorus]
From the bayou to the bankroll, look what I became
Had nothing but a prayer and a pocket full of change
Mud on my sneakers, now I’m steppin’ on the stage
Turned all of that pressure to a diamond in the chain (yeah, yeah)
From food stamps folded in my grandma’s Bible page
To cousins in the front row screamin’ out my name
Hard times in Louisiana carved me out of pain
Had nothing but a dream and I made it into gain
Style
raprap-pop crossovermidtempo bounce with trunk-rattling low end and bright synth stabs; verses ride a swung southern groove with storytelling focushook explodes with sing-along melodies and stacked harmoniesmale vocals with a gritty lead and smooth doubled chorussubtle organ pads and guitar plucks add churchy uplift in the outropop
Prompt
I want a song about the hard times In Louisiana and the struggle of money and growing up poor having nothing but making it into something, rap, pop
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Unknown_UserGeneratedMar 11, 2026
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