Track · Mar 17, 2026 · English

Gravel Road Flex

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2:46

Language

English

Lyrics

[Intro]

Mud on my tires, dust on my name

Came from a one-stop sign, now I’m runnin’ my lane (yeah)

Boots on the pedal, hand on the grain

Still that small-town kid with a big boy chain (uh)

[Verse 1]

Red clay caked on my Carhartt cuffs

Mama countin’ coupons, sayin’ “Son, be tough”

We ain’t had much, but the porch felt rich

Hand-me-down Ford, tape holdin’ up the switch

Gas station coffee, two bucks flat

Scratch-off ticket in my back pocket, folded and cracked

Cousin got locked, other cousin got gone

So I prayed in that field with the corn knee-high and the fear so strong

[Chorus]

I’m from a gravel road, but my talk real slick

Truck-bed throne, that’s a king-size whip

Mud on my rims, but the fit still hit

Country boy walk with a big-city drip (yeah, yeah)

I got hay in my hair, got a chip in my grin

But I step in the room like I know I’m gon’ win

From the barn to the block, that’s a straight-up switch

I’m a backroad baby with a front-row flexin’ itch (woo)

[Verse 2]

Tailgate table, cards in the dark

Dollar-store shades, big dreams, big heart

Rap on the radio, boots on the dash

Tryna blend both worlds like sweet tea and gas

Uncle said “Boy, that talk won’t pay”

Now I sign my name, get paid off the things I say

Still hit the feed store, still hit the fair

But I pull up, windows down, new shine on the spare (skrrt)

[Chorus]

I’m from a gravel road, but my talk real slick

Truck-bed throne, that’s a king-size whip

Mud on my rims, but the fit still hit

Country boy walk with a big-city drip (oh yeah)

I got hay in my hair, got a chip in my grin

But I step in the room like I know I’m gon’ win

From the barn to the block, that’s a straight-up switch

I’m a backroad baby with a front-row flexin’ itch

[Bridge]

From the creek to the cul-de-sac, same me

Just a little more gloss on the same old teeth

Still wave at the mailman, still feed the dogs

Still keep that Bible and the bills in the glove box (yeah)

[Chorus]

I’m from a gravel road, but my talk real slick

Truck-bed throne, that’s a king-size whip

Mud on my rims, but the fit still hit

Country boy walk with a big-city drip (hey)

I got hay in my hair, got a chip in my grin

But I step in the room like I know I’m gon’ win

From the barn to the block, that’s a straight-up switch

I’m a backroad baby with a front-row flexin’ itch

Style

raphard-hitting trap drums with twangy slide guitar licks and a roundmelodic 808 carrying the low end. male vocalshalf-sung half-rappedlaid back in the verse pocketthen opening into a swaggering chant-along chorus with stacked gang vocals. occasional banjo plucks and subtle organ pads glue country grit to street polish; hook gets wider each time with extra harmonies and ad-libs.countrybeatsenglish

Prompt

Southern truck-bed storytelling and country charm delivered over trap beats with rap swagger. Rural roots meet modern street confidence, male

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GeneratedMar 17, 2026

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