Lyrics
[Verse]
Sunrise creeping, boots hit the dirt,
Hands so calloused, sleeves ripped from the shirt.
Steel toes stomping where the gravel gets laid,
Concrete prayers in the sweat I’ve sprayed.
Hammer in the holster, sawdust in the breeze,
Pole barns rising like we’re planting trees.
Lunch break? Nah, just a quick sip,
Back to the grind, got no time to slip.
[Chorus]
Daylight to dark, we bust it nonstop,
Pouring that mix, let the foundation drop.
With the boys in the pit, where the labor don’t quit,
Grindstone anthem, this the life we fit.
[Verse 2]
Rebar bent, sparks flying like a show,
Pressure on the drill, make the auger go slow.
Sweat-stained brow, face crusted with grit,
Life’s a hard pour, but we’re built to commit.
Diesel in the tank, crew fueled by pride,
Ladders to the sky, we don’t run, we ride.
Ain’t no desk here, just blood in the sand,
Blue-collar gospel, hard work in demand.
[Prechorus]
Every plank, every pour,
Every step, something more.
Stack it high, build it right,
Sunrise soldier till the night.
Style
southern trapgrittymale vocalsheavy 808sbluesy guitar riffrap
Prompt
A song that sounds like Kevin gates about busting ass on the daily grind at work from daylight to dark build pole barns and pouring concrete with boys, rap
Credits
Prompt byWaveUpbeat803
GeneratedOct 29, 2025
ModelAria v5
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