[Chorus]
Hello, it's Blackwill, Mr. Country boy swag,
Riding through the fields with my boots in the bag.
Haters throw shade, but they can't stop my shine,
From the gutter to the top, my hustle is my grind.
[Verse]
Barn dust on my jeans, but the fit stay clean,
Hog-tied dreams turn reality unseen.
Cornbread fed, soul tougher than oak,
Every verse I spit, it's the truth that I evoke.
[Chorus]
Hello, it's Blackwill, Mr. Country boy swag,
Riding through the fields with my boots in the bag.
Haters throw shade, but they can't stop my shine,
From the gutter to the top, my hustle is my grind.
[Verse 2]
Tractor tires spin while I scribble my pain,
Thunder in my voice, storm brewing in my veins.
Crop circles of ambition planted in dirt,
Rural kingpin, watch me flip work for the worth.
[Bridge]
Roots deep in the earth, ain't no pulling me out,
Country boy swag, yeah, I'm leaving no doubt.
Golden hour glow, sun kissing the pines,
Writing history on this backroad of mine.
[Chorus]
Hello, it's Blackwill, Mr. Country boy swag,
Riding through the fields with my boots in the bag.
Haters throw shade, but they can't stop my shine,
From the gutter to the top, my hustle is my grind.