Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I was raised where the mesquite lean,
Hot wind move through the lanes I seen.
Texas paint glowed on a candy-green frame,
Chrome in the sun got the whole blockamed.
Main Street packed at the weekend show,
Old school low with the doors laid low.
Grills shining hard by the barbecue smoke,
Uncles in the shade telling stories I know.
Cousins in boots, girls in fitted caps,
Black and brown in the same old laps.
We all came up from the same red dirt,
Same hard days, same sweat, same work.
If you pull up weak, you get left behind,
If you pull up solid, you one of the tribe.
Ain’t just talk when the parking lot full,
Everybody holding, everybody cool.
[Pre-Chorus]
When the bass line hits and the slabs roll slow,
You can feel that pride in the whole damn row.
Side by side, let the real ones stand,
Texas in the chest, and the whole state mad.
[Chorus]
Texas chrome, let it shine
Black and brown, same line
Stick together, hold your own
Texas chrome, roll on home
Texas chrome, let it shine
Same blood, same grind
Stand as one, never fold
Texas chrome, roll on home
[Verse 2]
At the show, my people deep in the lot,
Candy red coupe with the engine hot.
Auntie got plates by the tailgate fold,
Little kids dancing where the dust gets gold.
Older heads watch with a steady grin,
Say, “Keep your circle tight, let the fake ones thin.”
I seen hard times make a family strong,
Seen a hundred hands when it all went wrong.
And yeah, we strapped in the neighborhood rain,
But we talk peace first, keep respect in the game.
Stand on business, don’t flex for the crowd,
Move with your people, keep the whole crew loud.
Mexican hands and Black hands building that shine,
One big table when it’s meal time.
No divide when the music get loose,
Just one big wave and the proof in the roots.
[Bridge]
From El Paso dust to the H-town glow,
From the pinewood roads to the river roads.
If you call me fam, then you know the code,
We rise together, we all go home.
[Chorus]
Texas chrome, let it shine
Black and brown, same line
Stick together, hold your own
Texas chrome, roll on home
Texas chrome, let it shine
Same blood, same grind
Stand as one, never fold
Texas chrome, roll on home
Style
southern hip-hop with a trunk-rattling bouncechopped hi-hatssliding bassand laid-back but urgent pocket; verse rides sparse drums and dusty keyspre-chorus tightens with snare rolls and vocal stackschorus hits with a chanty group hook and sub-bass swell. lead rap is close-mic and gritty with doubled punch linesad-lib callsand short delay throws on key words; rimsengine revsand crowd shouts flicker between lines. brightheavyand cinematicrap
Prompt
 Good rap, like detailed words, rapping about Thuggin and living in Texas. Talk about the scenery in the epic car shows all the guns and sticking together, Mexicans and blacks, all people
Credits
Prompt by
SheymeO
SheymeOGeneratedMay 5, 2026
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