[Guitar Intro — Hard-driving rhythm guitars with a thick overdrive and crisp attack to set the uptempo pace] [Verse 1] He didn't grow up on the city street No smoky taverns or the pool hall heat He had an old felt table in the basement light Workin' on his angles every single night [Guitar Hit] [Verse 2] Chalking up the cue till the break of day A quiet green diamond where he learned to play He mastered every bank, every spin and roll Locking down the rhythm deep inside his soul [Pre-Chorus] Now he’s twenty-one, got his boots on tight Stepping through the door of the bar tonight! [First Chorus — Crisp & Driving 4-Line Setup] He’s a homegrown hustle, a runaway train Ice in his water and fire in his veins RedRocker rhythm, he’s leading the crowd Running every table while the room gets loud [Guitar Solo — Heavy, full on face melting] [Verse 3] He sits in the corner with a quiet smile Letting all the big talkers play for a while They look at his face, think he’s easy prey "Hey kid, you look like you wanna play?" [Guitar Hit] [Verse 4] He pulls out his stick, puts the money down The baddest local shooter in a one-horse town Everyone knows that you're in it to win it "I'm clearing the table, it'll only take a minute!" [Bridge — Heavy synth and fast, aggressive drum breakdown section] The cue ball's spinning, the crowd’s in shock He's locking 'em down like a ticking clock He counts up the cash as the big talkers sigh Yeah, the homegrown hustle just ran 'em all dry! [Second Chorus / Max Arena Finish] He’s a homegrown hustle, a runaway train Ice in his water and fire in his veins They think he’s just a kid till the nine-ball drops When the homegrown hustle starts, he never stops! [Outro — Anthem style chant with heavy rhythm guitars fading down] Rack 'em up... yeah, he never stops! Homegrown hustle... he always comes out on top! (Guitar ring out into silence)
