Backroad Hustle

Ride through the backroads, chrome on shine, Worked all week, now the whole night mine. Boots got dirt but the fit stay clean, Small-town hustle with a big-time dream. Truck bed loaded, got tools in the back, Sun beating down but I stay on track. Cut that grass, stack cash, no stress, Built from the ground, now I’m feeling blessed. Cold drink, fresh air, stars overhead, Never chased crowds, I kept chasing bread. Farm on the low but the goals stand tall, Made my own lane, I don’t follow at all. Ride through the backroads, chrome on shine, Worked all week, now the whole night mine. Boots got dirt but the fit stay clean, Small-town hustle with a big-time dream. Verse 2 Dirt road dust kicking up off the tires, Long days working, still building it higher. Mower in the trailer, tank full of gas, Early in the morning, I’m out chasing cash. Hands stay rough but the mindset clean, Country boy living with a boss-man dream. Keep my circle small, keep my money right, Handle my business, then I’m gone for the night. Truck lights glowing when the sun goes down, Windows cracked open while I cruise through town. Never needed crowds just to know my worth, I’m stacking my wins while I’m working this dirt. Got plans getting bigger every year I grow, Move real quiet, I don’t need a show. Built my own road and I’m staying on track, Came from the country and I’m proud of that.