Gravel in my voice, red clay on my boots,

Gravel in my voice, red clay on my boots, Cadence crack ribs, every bar salute, Sun beat down, sweat drip off the coupe, Big bass in the trunk make the stop sign move. Granny said pray, streets said prove, Either way I kept faith with a chip and a fuse, Cold nights, hot plates, demons in twos, I talk to God in traffic, He say “stay smooth.” Rattle-snake tempo, no fear in my step, Hard head, soft heart, still ready for wreck, South got a rhythm make the devil confess, Every syllable swing like a hammer on flesh. Mud on the tires, blood in the grind, Fast talk, quick breath, like I’m runnin’ outta time, Chain clang, pain sang, backbone strong, We don’t whisper round here, we survive out loud. Backwood burn slow, thoughts move fast, Mama raised a man, streets raised the mask, If I die today, let the bass hit last, Tell the sky I came real, didn’t fold, didn’t ask.