forgot about country

Title: Forgot About country (And yeah, the DNA traces back to , but this beast got its own fingerprints.) [Intro] They been sleepin’ on the dirt roads, Sleepin’ on the night shift dreams, Sleepin’ on the bass in the trunk, Woke up the wrong machine. [Verse 1] They forgot about trap, about sweat on the floor, About weld sparks flyin’ while the beat hit the door, About late-night runs when the bank said “no,” So we flipped bad luck into bankrolls. They forgot about grind, about scars on the knuckle, About ramen for dinner just to stack a lil’ muscle, Now the same folks watchin’ how the stream go gold, Same mouths quiet now the numbers real old. Every “you won’t make it” got buried in proof, Every closed door just sharpened the truth, I was broke with a vision, now rich in the method, Still hungry like the meal keep gettin’ interrupted. [Hook] They forgot about trap — I revived it, Forgot about grind — I designed it, Forgot about pain — I refined it, Now the whole damn world gotta time it. They forgot about trap — now they scared of it, Forgot about us — now they stare at it, Forgot about dust — we wearin’ it, From the dirt to the throne, still carryin’ it. [Verse 2] They forgot about heat in the wintertime rain, When the roof half gone but the pride stayed sane, When the gas light blinked and the dream still drove, When the last dollar stretched like it owed me growth. Now the phone stay jumpin’, got deals in the mix, Same doubters reachin’ like we still in a fix, Funny how success got selective amnesia, They forget every “never,” remember every feature. I don’t beef with ghosts, I compete with clocks, Every second tryna steal what the vision unlocks, You chase applause, I chase compound interest, Different games, same board, don’t confuse the intents. [Hook] They forgot about trap — I revived it, Forgot about grind — I designed it, Forgot about pain — I refined it, Now the whole damn world gotta time it. They forgot about trap — now they scared of it, Forgot about us — now they stare at it, Forgot about dust — we wearin’ it, From the dirt to the throne, still carryin’ it. [Bridge] Memory short when the spotlight glare, Same hands that pointed now reachin’ for prayer, I don’t hold grudges, I hold momentum, Turn setbacks into a hostile takeover anthem. [Verse 3] I don’t need revenge, I got progress on speed, Got proof in the cuts every time I succeed, From back-road bass to global reception, Same code, new scale, same resurrection. They forgot about trap like it vanished in smoke, But the echo stay loud every time we provoke, You can borrow my sound but you can’t borrow the spine, Pressure make diamonds, not excuses in rhyme. [Final Hook – Breakdown] They forgot… Now they remember. They laughed… Now they measure. Same dirt, same blood, same weather, Different altitude, same pressure.