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Lyrics
[Verse]
Mud on my boots, tracks on the gravel,
Steel strings hum while the banjo unravels.
Lifted Chevy sittin’ tall like a totem,
808s hit, make the whole world show ‘em.
Holler echoes, dogs bark in the distance,
Moonshine splash, got the night in resistance.
Pistol tucked in the flannel, no flex,
Just a backwoods king with a mic and a hex.
[Chorus]
Mud on my boots, can’t wipe it away,
Runnin’ through the dirt, where the wild ones play.
Banjo pluckin’, steel guitar cryin’,
808s thumpin’, got the stars alignin’.
Mud on my boots, I was born to stay,
Southern grit, hard trap, that’s my DNA.
[Verse 2]
Barn doors creak, hear the secrets they tell,
Hay bales stacked like a staircase to hell.
Pecan trees sway, shadows dance in the yard,
Life’s a poker game, I’m playin’ every card.
Camouflage hat, shotgun on the rack,
Bass in the trunk, got the whole world cracked.
From the bayou to the ridge, this the anthem,
Dirt road dreams, can’t nobody out-ransom.
[Bridge]
Engine growl low, wolves howl in the rear,
Night air thick, taste the whiskey and fear.
Drums hit hollow like a heartbeat gone,
Banjo strings wail, steel slides along.
Details
GeneratedAug 19, 2025
Duration4:00
LanguageEnglish
Style
rugged texture, steel guitar, beats, banjo, heavy 808s, gritty southern-trap fusion, rap
Credits
Prompt by
x1xGenz
x1xGenzModelAria v4
Prompt
A gritty fusion of southern twang and hard-hitting trap beats. The song opens with banjo plucks and steel guitar sliding over 808s that rattle like a lifted Chevy truck’s subwoofers.
