Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro][melodic menace, sticky acoustic loop] [match strike] [engine idle rumble] [808 creep] Quiet type man but temper move cautious Ain’t chasing fame, I’m just stacking up options Tall silhouette when I step in the market Girls scope me when I walk through the Target County line runs, Maverick lights in the fog Long night drive with my hand on the rod Blood on the sleeve of the old Carhartt Real life grind — I don’t talk for a bargain (Nah) Six-six frame make ya punk ass tense Cops think NBA when I hop that fence But work in my palms ain’t coke or stench Late night moves that the cameras ain’t catch Rest stop glow where the highway bend Hard times make a strong boy men Drinks had me sunk in the mud for a minute Had to fight back just to stand again [808 shake] Freezing nights when the noise went silent Gripped on the sink while my thoughts turned violent Prayed one time then the storm went quiet Faith run deep like roots in the mountain (Belief In self) Mama said “son just hold your pace” Devil come quick when the money get chased Now I move calm keep the steel — no safe Mind stay sharp like a fresh-made blade Grime on my hands when the sunrise glow Old Ford bark when the engine turn I ain’t chasing chains or a diamond show Just a country ranch and some money earned [808 knock] Tall work boots make the floorboards groan Half them staring but they don’t say more This calm type presence they ain’t know before Wake up thankful — new breath, new day Burn one on the porch while the sky turn gray Most these rappers chase lights on stage I’d rather skert tires in a canyon lane (Yeah) Mind locked in now they say I move cold Life got cold but I never once fold Old RV packed keep the terps on cold Thinking bout life, some chapters were sad Lil boy raised, no mom no dad No guide on the wheel so the boy turned bad Lots of group homes made that boy go mad [hi-hats skitter] Sometimes I ghost I ain’t chasing no buzz I ain’t doing dumb shit just to feel the love Clean my own floor when the day work done Quiet little session when the night time come Now I move dolo had to cut some loose Truth be told she ain’t hear that truth So I lock my focus and I tie up boots Head stay clear and my roots stay true (real shit) Solo last time went full speed Smashed that wall with my own hard lead Hard-head young boy thought I knew that creed Now I move more calm when the path get steep Few stayed close every time I called Whole lot eyes through the tension stand tall Faith stayed strong through it all [808 rumble] Blue collar grind while the numbers go green Whole lot power in a steady routine Had to quit habits that was holding me down [outro]
Tags
Country-garage, Country rap, male vocals, country gangster rap, western acoustic sounds, sub woofer hits,drill
Duration
3:40
Instrumental
No
Created
3/11/2026