[Verse 1 - country] Yeah, I’m ridin’ down a dirt road, tires spinnin’ mud Crew packed in the truck, brothers thick as blood From the hood in the sticks, where we scrapped for survival Swore on family graves we'd stack this revival Doubters laughed—exes, fake friends, the whole damn town Called our dreams delusional, said we'd stay down Kitchen table pacts, loyal to the end, no cap First bag dropped, copped the whip—crew symbol, blacked out wrap Mud on the boots, money in the stash, we eatin' now Proved 'em wrong, hood dreams risin', take a bow [Hook] Brothers built the bag, we eatin' off the blueprint! Loyal! They slept, now we feast—loyal to the tomb, ruthless! Ruthless! Country rock kings, flexin' on the come up, yeah! Yeah! Dreams turned gold, stackin' wealth, no fear! [Verse 2 - Rap] Rollin' through the city we own, IG Live poppin' off New whips gleamin', jealousy burnin' opps soft Proud as hell, parade the lifestyle, cars on 24s Crew stay tight, family first, dodgin' all the foes From survival mode to empire plots, late nights schemin' Hunger hits harder, next bag callin', we dreamin' Hood raised warriors, makin' it with the squad intact Success got 'em watchin', eyes green, that's a fact [Hook] Brothers built the bag, we eatin' off the blueprint! Loyal! They slept, now we feast—loyal to the tomb, ruthless! Ruthless! Country rock kings, flexin' on the come up, yeah! Yeah! Dreams turned gold, stackin' wealth, no fear! [Bridge - Spoken Chant] We forever... they never Crew ghosts, untouchable... ice cold Pain numb, monsters made... try us, freeze [Verse 3 - country] Now it's autopilot flex, detached in the Lambo glow Brothers ghost-ridin' success, cuttin' snakes we used to know Wealth pilin' high, cars in the fleet, hood to the top Cold as the dirt road mud dried up, we never stop Dreams birthed beasts, loyalty turned us ruthless pros Jealousy fuel, opps plottin'—touch us, that's a no Country rock frozen, makin' it eternal, crew unbreakable Proved 'em dead wrong, now bow to the untouchable table [Hook] Brothers built the bag, we eatin' off the blueprint! Loyal! They slept, now we feast—loyal to the tomb, ruthless! Ruthless! Country rock kings, flexin' on the come up, yeah! Yeah! Dreams turned gold, stackin' wealth, no fear! No fear! [Outro] Yeah, country rock... brothers forever... ice cold.