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Lyrics
[Verse]
Carolina roots, dirt roads, they paved the grind,
Tar Heel treads left marks, no rewind,
Where the barbecue smoke meets the pine trees' sigh,
Every verse a monument to the southern skies.
[Chorus]
Red clay on my boots, got the rhythm in my veins,
Small town stories pump through these chains,
From the mountains to the coast, they feel my refrain,
North Carolina heat, burn hotter than the flame.
[Verse 2]
Granny’s porch wisdom echo 'cross the tracks,
Moonshine lightin’ up the shadow's cracks,
Hustled through the hollers with the city dreams,
Built every block like I’m sewing at the seams.
[Bridge]
Sweet tea gospel in a styrofoam cup,
Double shot ambition, I’m risin’ up,
Bass hit so hard it’ll rattle your luck,
NC story told, no interrupt.
[Verse 3]
Tobacco fields whisper secrets in the night,
Streetlights trade tales with the fireflies' light,
Every syllable born from a farmer's plight,
Spit it raw, spit it real, give the truth its flight.
[Chorus]
Red clay on my boots, got the rhythm in my veins,
Small town stories pump through these chains,
From the mountains to the coast, they feel my refrain,
North Carolina heat, burn hotter than the flame.
Details
GeneratedMay 7, 2025
Duration2:51
LanguageEnglish
Style
north carolina flair, heavy bass, trap beats, hip hop, male vocals, gritty, rap, beats
Credits
Prompt bySilcott
ModelAria v4
Prompt
hip hop/rap, hip hop, rap, trap beats, heavy bass, gritty with a North Carolina flair, male vocals
