Rap,hip hop,country

[Intro – warm acoustic guitar riff, subtle 808 hum] Dust on my boots, mic in my hand Two worlds collide in my hometown land [Verse 1 – steady hip-hop beat, banjo plucks] Grew up on a farm with a radio glow Johnny Cash rhymes and a boombox flow Dad taught me to fix a flat tire fast Mom taught me to make a good first impression last Got a pickup truck with a rusted tailgate A notebook full of lines I ain't yet to state [Chorus – layered acoustic guitar, upbeat snare, twangy vocal hook] I'm dirt road raised with a city rhyme Mason jars and a bass line Boots on the stage, hat tipped low Country soul with a hip-hop flow Every verse I spit is a piece of my home Dirt road bars where the stories are grown [Verse 2 – slower guitar strum, deeper 808] Worked the fields till the sun went down Sneaked out to the barn to write my sound Neighbors said I was wasting my time Mixing two worlds that don't quite align But I found my groove in the in-between Where the corn rows meet the concrete scene [Chorus – amplified banjo, layered vocals, clap track] I'm dirt road raised with a city rhyme Mason jars and a bass line Boots on the stage, hat tipped low Country soul with a hip-hop flow Every verse I spit is a piece of my home Dirt road bars where the stories are grown [Interlude – acoustic guitar solo, soft banjo harmony] (Instrumental Solo) [Bridge – stripped-back guitar, minimal beat] They tried to box me in, pick a side Said I couldn't ride two horses wide But I carved my path through the dust and the noise A country rapper with a voice that's my choice [Chorus – full band, maximum energy, call-and-response vibe] I'm dirt road raised with a city rhyme Mason jars and a bass line Boots on the stage, hat tipped low Country soul with a hip-hop flow Every verse I spit is a piece of my home Dirt road bars where the stories are grown [Outro – fading guitar, soft 808 fade] Dust on my boots, mic in my hand Two worlds collide in my hometown land