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Lyrics
(Intro)
Yeah
Boots in the mud, trunk in the crater
Big ears twitchin’ — Horton hears a hater
(Verse 1)
Horton hears a hater in a hedgerow holler,
Tiny little voice but it bark a bit louder,
Said, “You ain’t that guy, you ain’t goin’ no farther,”
I just tipped my hat and I turned up the starter.
Got a backroad bounce and a bassline shaker,
Sweet tea sip but the vibe mean major,
They chirp-chirp-chirp like a barnyard faker,
I stomp-stomp-stomp like a steel-toe breaker.
From a speck of dust to a sold-out show,
From a hand-me-down to a hand-on-the-throne,
They tweet-tweet-tweet but I reap what I sow,
Plant good seeds, watch a whole field grow.
He said, she said, what they all said,
Words so small but they live in your head,
I hear that buzz but I don’t play dead,
I build my barn with the doubt they spread.
(Pre-Chorus)
In a clover patch, in a pickup cab,
In a small-town dream they ain’t never had,
I hear that chatter but I don’t get mad —
I just grin real big like, “Is that all you had?”
(Chorus)
Horton hears a hater, way down low,
Whisper in the wind sayin’, “Don’t you grow.”
But I grow-grow-grow like a cornfield row,
Stand ten toes where the red dirt glow.
Boom in the trunk, let the whole town know,
Pop-trap twang with a radio flow,
You can yap-yap-yap but I glow-glow-glow —
Horton hears a hater… still I go-go-go.
(Verse 2)
They scribble little riddles tryna belittle my middle,
Play fiddle with a rumor like it’s sweet and it’s simple,
But I triple my hustle, stack muscle on muscle,
Turn a rusted-out struggle to a gold-buckled bustle.
Got a rhyme so bright like a porch light flicker,
Got a drawl so slick make the whole crowdicker,
They titter and twitter, get bitter and quitter —
I glitter and get bigger and bigger and bigger.
On a speck, on a check, on a bet I was set,
Every “no” that they threw just a step to the next,
From a crack in the door to a kick through the deck,
Now the whole dang jungle yellin’, “Put respect!”
(Bridge – Half Sung / Half Rapped)
I hear ‘em in the haystack,
I hear ‘em in the hall,
I hear ‘em when the night falls
Tryna make me feel small.
But a voice is a voice, even mean, even slight —
So I carry mine loud every day, every night.
(Final Chorus – Bigger, Catchier)
Horton hears a hater, tiny little tone,
Tryna shake the roots of a boy full-grown,
But I roots-roots-root till I set that stone,
Make a kingdom outta sticks and a microphone.
Clap-clap-clap let the backbeat roll,
Trap hi-hat tick with the country soul,
You can doubt-doubt-doubt but I know what I know —
Horton hears a hater…
And I still won’t fold.
(Outro)
Big ears up, thick skin on,
From a speck to a storm I been strong.
Let ‘em whisper, let ‘em chatter —
Horton hears a hater.
It just don’t matter.
[Break Lift]
Wait—
Did you think I was done?
Nah, son. I just begun.
From a crumb to a kingdom I come, I become
What they said I could never become.
Hear a hum in the drum of the slum I’m from,
Now it’s thunder when I talk — feel it numb your lungs.
Tiny voice on a speck sayin’, “Boy, you through.”
But the jungle go wild when I stomp right through.
Got boots go boom and the hi-hats tick,
Got roots so deep they can’t move one brick.
Hater so small gotta squint to see,
But I treat every doubt like fuel for me.
If a voice is a voice, then mine gon’ ring —
From a clover-top town to a stadium sing.
(Snare building… building…)
[Pre-Chorus (Reprise)]
In a field, in a Ford, in a flicker of doubt,
I can hear that murmur tryna phase me out,
But I grin real wide, chest puffed out —
“Is that all you got?” let me hear you shout.
[Chorus — Extended, Lifted]
Horton hears a hater way down low,
Whisper in the wind sayin’, “Don’t you grow,”
But I grow-grow-grow like a backroad row,
Tall corn king where the wild winds blow.
Glow so bright make the barn lights blink,
Pop-trap twang make the whole world think,
Clap-clap-clap let the 808 sink —
Every little doubt just another missing link.
Yap-yap-yap but I map my route,
Trap boots stomp when I step on the doubt,
From a speck to a check to a sold-out crowd —
Horton hears a hater, say it loud!
Horton hears a hater — hear that tone?
Tryna shake the bark of a tree full-grown.
But I stand-stand-stand like I carved in stone,
Built my throne from a mic and a metronome.
Grow-grow-grow, never go slow,
Row-row-row through the undertow,
They can chirp all day but I still outflow —
Horton hears a hater…
And I still outgrow.
(Final tag — crowd chant style)
Hear a hater?
Let ‘em talk.
Hear a hater?
Let ‘em squawk.
Big ears high — don’t ever stop.
From a speck to the top to the TOP to the TOP.
Details
GeneratedMar 5, 2026
Duration4:34
Style
male, Dr. Seuss style, trap, rap, hard rock, hard rap, hard, pop, upbeat, danceable, contemporary pop, rap
Credits
Prompt byDaOutsider
ModelAria v5
