Life behind bars and battle scars

Life Behind Bars and Battle Scars
(Intro – growled, gravel-throated, no drawl, just venom)
Yo... this for the lone riders who laugh at your patches,
Ghosts on my six, no crowd, no matches.
Scarred wolves ridin' solo, still king of the throttle—
Step to me wrong, I'll bury your ass in the bottle.
Let's ride... motherfucker.
(Verse 1 – fast, punchy, cocky flow)
Steel horse snarlin', whiskey lungs burnin' fire,
Tires screamin' prophecies down blacktop empire.
Life schooled me vicious—no books, no rules,
Stand for your shit or get played for fools.
Kin turned specters, clubs turned snakes in the grass,
Watched 'em crumble quick when the heat came to pass.
They preach loyalty? I spit on that lie,
I bleed my own gospel, marked under sky.
You talk big game till the blade's at your throat—
I been tested in hell, still afloat, still GOAT.
(Hook – anthemic, shouted, Southern rock thunder with trap edge)
Life behind bars and battle scars!
I wear these wounds like a crown, no stars!
Ain't no throne for a bitch-made king,
I ride untamed, untouchable, everything.
These scars scream stories you couldn't fake,
Behind these bars? I make empires shake!
(Verse 2 – harder, more confrontational)
Chrome veins pumpin', diesel dreams laced with spite,
Baptized in inferno, now I live for the fight.
No brotherhood bullshit, just me and my ride,
Death wants a tango? I'll lead, no hide.
They flex like they're savage till blood hits the floor,
Talk family ties while they sharpen the score.
Cut from the quiet where pain forged the blade,
Not chasin' plaques—I'm chasin' the grave.
You claim you're a rider? Prove it, punk—come test,
I'll leave your ego in pieces, scattered out west.
(Bridge – rapid-fire rap, sigma arrogance dripping)
No mask, no mercy, I'm the storm unchained,
Sigma savage, zero fucks remained.
Two wheels or boots, I'm eternal motion,
Rage in the chest, but the vibe's pure ocean.
Y'all fear your reflection, I fear stayin' tame,
Stole from the reaper, now I'm givin' the flame.
If I crash, it's my crash—my hand on the grip,
Born outlaw eternal, won't die in your script.
(Hook – reprise, louder, taunting)
Life behind bars and battle scars!
Every dent's a masterpiece, carved by the stars!
Can't counterfeit miles or the fire I've earned,
Respect? I don't beg—bitch, I make it burn!
(Outro – spoken, slow-burn challenge, eye-to-eye menace)
Ain't no cut deeper than your own damn betrayal...
Ain't no highway long enough to flee your own hell.
But watch me—still ridin', still risin', still raw.
Life behind bars? That's my throne, my law.
You got beef? Bring it. I'll be waitin' at the line.
Scars don't lie... and neither do mine.

Southern outlaw country rap with a hard punchy metal chorus, verse with a gangster rap cadence bridge with country twang