Country Fried Hustle

[Verse]
Cornfield dreams, roots deep in the gravel
Boots stomp the dust, stories start to unravel
Banjo pluckin’, strings singin’ my saga
Swagger sharper than a switchblade, hotter than lava
Truck tires spinnin’, mud flings like confetti
Haters on my trail, but my aim stay steady
Holler back, let me know where the crowd at
Echoes in the hills, y’all feelin’ that combat?
[Chorus]
Y’all say "Yee," I’ll holler "Haw"
We break the rules, don’t follow the law
Country fried hustle, heart made of steel
Clap your hands, tell me how you feel
[Verse 2]
Rattlesnake grin, venom in the verse
City boy talk, but I’m blessed with a curse
Gold chain swingin’ where the shotgun rests
Backroads, bankrolls, I’m a man possessed
Wrangler jeans, pockets packed with ambition
Fishin’ for a come-up, hook baited with tradition
Cowboy hat low, shadows over my grind
Chasin’ that cheddar, but I still make time
[Bridge]
Who got the fire? (We got the fire!)
Who’s ridin’ higher? (We ridin’ higher!)
Moonshine flowin’, stars light the way
Get your hands up, let the banjo play

rap, twangy guitar riffs, banjo-driven beat with heavy 808s, and crowd-engaging call-and-response moments, country, studio, male vocals