Lyrics
[Intro]
Boot prints
Red clay
Bible in the dash
Still cussin’ anyway (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Mama raised me on a hymn and a switch
Daddy taught me how to spot a fake real quick
Sheriff at the diner talkin’ real big talk
But he looks down when the poor folks walk
Got a flag on the porch, that don’t mean hate
It mean my granddad bled for this dirt and this gate
I love this land, I just hate the lies
Sweet tea truth, burn goin’ down my mind (woo)
[Chorus]
I’m that outlaw speakin’ hard truth
Mud on my boots, bullets in the roof
Southside saint with a scarred-up halo
Callin’ out the crooked from the corn to the bayou
I ain’t runnin’ from the blue lights
I’m runnin’ at the bad laws hidin’ in the night
If you ridin’ for the real, better saddle up too
I’m that outlaw
Outlaw speakin’ hard truth (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Preacher got a jet, town got one store
Kids skip lunch ‘cause the rent need more
Judge got a son who never sees a cell
My cousin got a dime for a dime bag sale
Ain’t about left, ain’t about right
It’s rich folk wrong and the poor folk fight
We were born in the heat where the cotton once grew
Now it’s pills in the creek and a boarded-up school (damn)
[Chorus]
I’m that outlaw speakin’ hard truth
Mud on my boots, bullets in the roof
Southside saint with a scarred-up halo
Callin’ out the crooked from the corn to the bayou
I ain’t runnin’ from the blue lights
I’m runnin’ at the bad laws hidin’ in the night
If you ridin’ for the real, better saddle up too
I’m that outlaw
Outlaw speakin’ hard truth
[Bridge]
Yeah I binge on the pain, then I spit it in the mic (spit it)
Pray on the porch, still ready for a fight
You can call me rebel, you can call me lost
But I stand where the good ones paid the cost
[Chorus]
I’m that outlaw speakin’ hard truth
Mud on my boots, bullets in the roof
Southside saint with a scarred-up halo
Callin’ out the crooked from the corn to the bayou
I ain’t runnin’ from the blue lights
I’m runnin’ at the bad laws hidin’ in the night
If you ridin’ for the real, better saddle up too
I’m that outlaw
Outlaw speakin’ hard truth (hard truth)
Style
rapgritty country trapdusty banjo loop over swinging 808s and snappy claps. male vocals with a half-sunghalf-rap drawl. verses stay close and conversationalthen the hook explodes with stacked gang vocals and big stomps. harmonica swells and slide guitar licks color the turnaroundswith a late-song drop to just vocal and banjo before the final chorus slams back in.country
Prompt
Country hick hop about hard truth and being an outlaw going against injustice and speaking about the south, rap, male
Credits
Prompt by
SouthernOutlaw
SouthernOutlawGeneratedJan 30, 2026
ModelAria v5
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