[Intro] From the mud… to the movie screen. From the pain… to the platinum dream. Yeah. [Verse 1] I came from mud where the rain don’t quit, where the porch got stories and the dogs know shit. Where a boy grow fast if the house grow cold, where dreams get pawned before they get old. I carried trauma like a loaded backpack, kept a hard face on so the world wouldn’t laugh back. I made mistakes that could’ve buried my name, but I turned every wound into fuel for the flame. I ain’t supposed to be here, that’s the truth of it, too many close calls, too much proof of it. Too many nights with my soul on edge, too many friends living under flowers and pledges. But the bass still knock, and my heart still beat, and my boots still walk on this cracked concrete. If I made it this far, I can make it beyond, turn a dirt road cry into a stadium song. [Hook] Platinum from the mud, gold from the pain, diamonds from the tears that fell in the rain. Deep 808s shaking every damn lane, I survived the storm and I earned my name. Platinum from the mud, let the whole world hear, country blues mixed with a youngin’s tears. I was born in the dark, but I rose through the flood, now I’m chasing platinum from the mud. [Verse 2] This for mama prayers and the nights she paced, for the men we lost and the time we waste. For the boys in cells writing dreams on paper, for the girls raising kids with no damn savior. For the block that taught me pain and rhythm, for the friends who became both scars and wisdom. For the victims of choices we can’t undo, for the truth that hurt but still pulled through. I want the hook so big that the world sing back, want the drums so hard that the trunk glass crack. Want the blues guitar crying like history bleeding, want the harmonica sounding like a soul still pleading. Want the horns to announce that the mud made kings, not because we were perfect, but because we grew wings. Not because we ain’t wrong, but because we confessed, then turned that dark road into something blessed. [Bridge – huge harmonies] From the mud we rise, through the blood we climb. Through the smoke, through the lies, still we touch the sky. From the mud we rise, let the whole world see, pain made roots, but hope made trees. [Final Hook] Platinum from the mud, gold from the pain, diamonds from the tears that fell in the rain. Deep 808s shaking every damn lane, I survived the storm and I earned my name. Platinum from the mud, let the whole world hear, country blues mixed with a youngin’s tears. I was born in the dark, but I rose through the flood, now I’m chasing platinum from the mud. [Outro – spoken over guitar solo] This ain’t just music. This a graveyard, a confession, a prayer, a warning, and a victory lap. For every youngin who thought pain was all he had… turn that shit into power. From the mud. Still standing.
