THA FIELDS

Riding through the fields where the sun sets low, Dust on my boots, but my heart's made of gold, Whispers in the wind, tales of the bold, A legacy of struggle, watch my story unfold. Got the spirit of a soldier, never back down, From the city to the country, I wear the crown, Hustle in my veins, yeah, I’m breaking ground, In a world full of noise, hear my victory sound. Life’s a rodeo, I’m the one holding tight, Facing all the storms, but I'm chasing the light, With a rebel's heart, I’m ready to ignite, Got my eyes on the prize, I'm prepared for the fight. Rolling with the homies, we ain't ever alone, In this country game, I’m carving my throne, From the dirt roads to the stages I've grown, Confident in my path, like a king on his own.