freestyle

AYY! AYY! AYY! Pull up in the truck, mud all on the tire, Straight from the backroads, whole squad on fire. Hay bale stacked high, country boy flex, Work boots laced up, cashin' every check. AYY! AYY! Sunrise grind, I ain't sleep much, Hands got blisters but I still don't give up. Dirt on the jeans, grease on the shirt, Built from the struggle, put in that work. WHAT?! WHO?! JOEY IN THE BUILDING! Got the chains swingin', Got the engine singin', Got the whole town lookin' Like, "Boy, what he bringin'?" AYY! AYY! We don't do talk, we do action, Turn hard times into traction. Leaf springs broke? Fix that. Money get low? Stack that. Backroad king with the V6 rumble, Hit a pothole, whole truck wanna stumble. Laugh it off, keep movin' ahead, Got dreams so big they don't fit in my head. AYY! AYY! Hands in the air if you're workin' all week, Hands in the air if you're chasin' your dreams. Hands in the air if you came from the dirt, Know your own value, know your own worth. JOEY! JOEY! JOEY! From the farm to the stage, Turn pain into rage. Turn lessons to wisdom, Turn the chapter, new page. AYY! AYY! AYY! Blue-collar soldier, built to survive, Storms come through but I'm still alive. One foot forward, never back down, Small-town roots, wear it like a crown. 🔥