Started out with dust on my tongue,
Hand-me-down dreams and a broke-down lung.
Every “no” just fueled my flame,
Every mile I made, I carved my name.
I been down, I been broke, I been blamed,
Still came out clean through the ash and rain.
Ain’t no crown, just calloused hands,
But I built this truth from the smallest land.

Every scar sang when the spotlight hit,
And the crowd just echoed grit for grit.

It’s mud & microphones,
Blood and faith in every tone.
From the red clay roots to a city stage,
Turned my story into center page.
Yeah, it’s mud & microphones,
Hard work carved in every bone.
Ain’t no shame in where I’ve grown,
Just dirt and dreamin’ — mud & microphones.

They said “boy, you can’t blend both worlds,”
Now they hum my hook from the farms to the pearls.
Took my pain, made 808s cry,
Took my sin, made angels sigh.
This ain’t luck, it’s longshot proof,
Built my temple on a truck bed roof.
Now I stand where the echoes meet,
Dirt still clingin’ to my beat.

Every mile of loss turned song,
Every wrong note proved me strong.

It’s mud & microphones,
Blood and faith in every tone.
From the red clay roots to a city stage,
Turned my story into center page.
Yeah, it’s mud & microphones,
Hard work carved in every bone.
Ain’t no shame in where I’ve grown,
Just dirt and dreamin’ — mud & microphones.

Now I raise my scars like praise,
Every bruise a note that stays.
If I fall, I fall in song,
‘Cause even the pain belongs.

It’s mud & microphones,
Proof I made the grind my home.
From broken roads to solid sound,
Faith and fire where I was found.
Yeah, it’s mud & microphones,
The dirt don’t fade, it just gets known.
Every sin, every tone —
All built this kingdom I call home.

“From diesel to diamonds…”
— the circle closes.