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Lyrics
[Intro]
Boot prints
On the red dirt road
Sweat drip
On a heart of stone
[Verse 1]
Sun ain’t up but I’m out that door
Steel-toe faith on a splintered floor
Ghosts in my blood say “lay back down”
I lace these scars like a wedding gown
Spit in the sink, then I crack that spine
Bar on my back like a family line
Whole damn past tryna hold me still
I drag that chain up the blacktop hill
[Chorus]
I was born in the graveyard
Now I’m running that yard (yeah)
Turn my fear into fuel
Every bruise, every scar
If the weight wanna break me
Let it sharpen my jaw
I got death on my shoulder
But it don’t run this bar (nah, nah)
I was born in the graveyard
Now I’m running that yard
[Verse 2]
Tires on gravel, that crunch, that grind
Cornfield wind in a troubled mind
Voices in the static say “you ain’t made”
I turn that doubt to a dull old blade
Swing one more rep at the rust and rot
Heart beat loud like a warning shot
Pain in my bones but I don’t sit still
I’m the burned-out church on the tallest hill
[Chorus]
I was born in the graveyard
Now I’m running that yard (hey)
Turn my fear into fuel
Every bruise, every scar
If the weight wanna break me
Let it sharpen my jaw
I got death on my shoulder
But it don’t run this bar (no)
I was born in the graveyard
Now I’m running that yard
[Bridge]
Hands shake
But I don’t break (never)
Dark days
But I don’t fade
Chain snaps
When the will don’t
You stop
Or you say “won’t”
[Chorus]
I was born in the graveyard
Now I’m running that yard
Turn my fear into fuel
Every bruise, every scar
If the weight wanna break me
Let it sharpen my jaw (sharpen that jaw)
I got death on my shoulder
But it don’t run this bar
I was born in the graveyard
Now I’m running that yard (yeah)
Details
GeneratedApr 16, 2026
Duration3:27
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dark country-trap hybrid over hazy lo-fi drums and subby bass; twangy baritone guitar and distant church organ pad set a haunted small-town mood. Verses in gritty, breathy male vocals with a half-spoken rap cadence, hook opens up with shout-along gang responses and stacked harmonies. Energy builds from tense, head-nod groove into a fierce, mosh-ready final chorus; keep kicks punchy, snares dusty, and give vocals a slapback room to feel raw., workout, motivational, a cappella, country, hip-hop, dark wave, punk, lo-fi
Credits
Prompt by
GrizzlyJones
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Prompt
Dark country rap, lo-fi hip-hop beat to workout to, rap, punk, wave, dark wave, motivational a cappella song
