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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
Details
GeneratedMar 17, 2026
Duration2:46
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Hard-hitting trap drums with twangy slide guitar licks and a round, melodic 808 carrying the low end. Male vocals, half-sung half-rapped, laid back in the verse pocket, then 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., country, beats
Credits
Prompt by
OGknox7
OGknox7ModelAria v5
Prompt
Southern truck-bed storytelling and country charm delivered over trap beats with rap swagger. Rural roots meet modern street confidence, male
