Yeah… I ain’t built from luck — I’m built from lineage.

This that hand-me-down hustle, that dirt-born code,
Got granddad’s wrench, mama’s load.
Talk slick but I walk composed,
Turn pain into paint — that’s how I’m composed.
Ain’t silver-spoon, I’m steel-toe bred,
Red dirt soul with a diesel head.
Every scar in my skin got a story that fed,
Every no I got made a “yes” instead.

Yeah, I’m from where pride don’t post,
We just do what we do, make the most of the most.
Country boy grit with a city boy scope,
Every verse I write smell like smoke.

It’s in my bloodline, can’t fake that,
Every loss I took, I take back.
I don’t owe the world, I made that,
From the sticks to the stage, I claim that.
Yeah, this that bloodline, built to last,
Every bruise I got got paid in gas.
Ain’t no luck in the life I cast —
Just grit, grind, and glass.

I don’t flex for fame, I flex for proof,
Still that same kid under that tin roof.
Still got dreams that don’t make sense,
Still talk slick with respect intense.
Born with a chip, not charm — that’s facts,
Had to fight for every inch I lacked.
Ain’t no mentor, no handout pack,
Just the sound of a door I kicked off track.

Got that backbone bred in fight,
Whole life swingin’ like a Friday night.
Came from nothin’ — still sound like might,
Still raise hell just to earn my light.

It’s in my bloodline, can’t fake that,
Every loss I took, I take back.
I don’t owe the world, I made that,
From the sticks to the stage, I claim that.
Yeah, this that bloodline, built to last,
Every bruise I got got paid in gas.
Ain’t no luck in the life I cast —
Just grit, grind, and glass.

My roots run deep, no fame can shake ‘em.
I ain’t brand new — I’m built to break in.
Legacy ain’t somethin’ I chase — it’s somethin’ I leave behind.

Yeah, this my bloodline, heart in steel,
Every wound I wear still feel.
Ain’t no script — I wrote the reel,
Ain’t no cap, just real appeal.
Yeah, this that bloodline, carved in tone,
Built this name from sticks and stone.
Ain’t no crown — I made my own,
Yeah, that’s that bloodline — grown, not shown.

It’s in my blood — and that’s enough.