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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Straight outta Thomson
(uh)
Let’s go
[Verse 1]
Came up off Highway 78
Red dirt roads, dirty plates
Auntie yelling “boy, say grace”
Stomach rumbling anyway
Corner store chips, blue Faygo
Hand-me-down Js, split Play-Doh
Mama said “pray,” I laid low
Dreams too big for that K-4
Band room drums, I learned pace
Bleachers my stage, no showcase
Coach said “run,” I ran plays
Still wrote rhymes in my math space
Country boy talk, city brain
Sunburned skin, big hunger pain
Everybody said “stay in your lane”
I said “watch me change the whole thing”
[Chorus]
I’m straight outta Thomson
Dust on my forces, heart still glossy
Turn that pressure into profit, yeah I own it
Came from the bottom, now I’m locked in
I’m straight outta Thomson
They talk loud, but they move so cautious
Made from the struggle, can’t knock it, I’m solid
Every scar I got, yeah, I flaunt it
Straight outta Thomson (Thomson)
[Verse 2]
Granddaddy porch, old blue chair
Told me “boy, don’t die out here”
Keep your word, keep God near
Keep your circle small and clear
Saw my cousins chase quick highs
Saw my brother chase quick fines
I was tryna chase big lines
Pen to the pad like lifelines
Field days turned into field work
Hot sun, back hurt, red dirt
That pain made my chest perk
Rap turned healing from that hurt
Now they streaming what I say
Same kids from the bus hallway
Used to clown me every day
Now they quote my words like they pray
[Chorus]
I’m straight outta Thomson
Dust on my forces, heart still glossy
Turn that pressure into profit, yeah I own it
Came from the bottom, now I’m locked in
I’m straight outta Thomson
They talk loud, but they move so cautious
Made from the struggle, can’t knock it, I’m solid
Every scar I got, yeah, I flaunt it
Straight outta Thomson (yeah, yeah)
[Bridge]
From the trailers to the tracks
From the whispers to the claps
They said “boy, you ain’t all that”
I said “watch me take it back”
From the pine trees to the shows
From the small town to the globe
Wherever these laces go
You gon’ hear it in my flow—
[Chorus]
I’m straight outta Thomson
Dust on my forces, heart still glossy
Turn that pressure into profit, yeah I own it
Came from the bottom, now I’m locked in
I’m straight outta Thomson
They talk loud, but they move so cautious
Made from the struggle, can’t knock it, I’m solid
Every scar I got, yeah, I flaunt it
Straight outta Thomson (Thomson)
Details
GeneratedJan 28, 2026
Duration2:24
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Gritty Southern trap bounce, swung hi-hats, snarling 808s, and a dark detuned bell loop. Male vocals, laid-back drawl with pockets of double-time aggression. Hook hits with stacked gang vocals and stuttered ad-libs, verses stay sparse so every bar punches. Final chorus adds extra harmonies and a low filtered riser for a small lift before a cold, sudden stop.
Credits
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Prompt
Straight Outta Thomson, male, rap
