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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Down a dirt road, kickin’ up the clay,
Jacked up truck, ridin’ high all day.
Camo on my soul, still huntin’ that prey,
Dreams in my rearview but they feel far away.
[Chorus]
Black sheep turnin', grindin' one deep,
Underneath the struggle, promises I keep.
Broke pockets talk, cool air when I sleep,
Still huntin' better days for my fam to reap.
[Verse 2]
Shotgun rack, moonlight wit' the deer,
Echoes of pain in them nights I steer.
Kids lookin' up while the wolf draws near,
Ole lady hold me down, wipe away my fear.
[Bridge]
Can’t buy dreams, sometimes it feel wrong,
But them dirt roads hum my survival song.
Every shift I pull, every hunt I prolong,
Payin' each due ‘til my shine comes along.
[Verse 3]
Boots to the ground, labor's my religion,
Sweat baptizin' me, feedin' the mission.
Underdog runnin', don’t lack precision,
Bangin' on the odds like a southern tradition.
[Chorus]
Black sheep turnin', grindin' one deep,
Underneath the struggle, promises I keep.
Broke pockets talk, cool air when I sleep,
Still huntin' better days for my fam to reap.
Details
GeneratedApr 25, 2025
Duration1:58
LanguageEnglish
Style
gritty, hip hop, storytelling, male vocals, rap, country, trap
Credits
Prompt by
Southbound_Smoke89
Southbound_Smoke89ModelAria v4
Prompt
rap, hip hop song about living in the country driving jacked up truck and hunting always being the underdog and black sheep always being broke and working to do better for my ole lady and kids, trap
