Intro Yeah Talk slick Stand there pretty I got dirt on my cleats and a town ridin’ with me Ain’t nothin’ polished ‘bout the way I came up I got hit, got up, and learned not to give a fuck Verse 1 I got sweat in my ribs and some strain in my stride Got that hunger that don’t leave, just shifts and hides Everybody love stars when they stitched on a chest But them stars don’t mean shit when it’s pain on the test I was built in the grind, not the glam, not the glow Had to earn every yard with my head down low Vegas made me sharp, football made me cruel Now I walk like a man who done paid all his dues I don’t talk like a prince, I got rust in my tone Got some mud in my soul, got some fight in my bones Every bruise wrote a bar, every rep left a mark Now I run like a storm with a match in the dark And these boys want shine, want a chain, want a look I want defenders bitin’ dust while the whole field shook I want helmets knocked sideways, crowd losin’ they mind I want every damn doubter eatin’ every old line Pre-Chorus Yeah, they talk, I prove They pose, I move They love the image I love the wounds I ain’t built for cute I ain’t raised for tweets I’m out here raisin’ hell With dirt on my cleats Chorus Dirt on my cleats Blood in my grind Talk all you want But the work look mine Dirt on my cleats Pain in my teeth I don’t need love I need room to eat Dirt on my cleats Hit after hit You can keep your shine I was made for this Dirt on my cleats Crowd on they feet Real ones know the difference When there’s dirt on your cleats Verse 2 I done seen soft boys flex with a camera grin Get real quiet when the pads start slammin’ again Seen gold chains swing while the game look cute Till a real one touch ‘em and expose the truth I ain’t here for applause, I’m here for respect And respect don’t come from what the ranking select It come from cold mornings, tired legs, busted hands From still showin’ up mean when your body can’t stand They love that pretty-boy hype with the polished campaign I’m the type leave a mark and let the silence explain I’m the type hit the hole like I’m mad at the earth Like every yard got a debt and I’m collectin’ it first Yeah, I got stars by my name, but I still move foul Still got somethin’ to prove every time they announce ‘Cause a label ain’t a legacy, and hype ain’t a home I’d rather be the one they fear when the game in the cold Pre-Chorus Yeah, they talk, I prove They fake, I bleed They want the spotlight I want the lead I ain’t built for soft I ain’t raised for sweet I’m out here puttin’ scars In this dirt on my cleats Chorus Dirt on my cleats Blood in my grind Talk all you want But the work look mine Dirt on my cleats Pain in my teeth I don’t need love I need room to eat Dirt on my cleats Hit after hit You can keep your shine I was made for this Dirt on my cleats Crowd on they feet Real ones know the difference When there’s dirt on your cleats Bridge No gloss on me No soft edges Just hard miles and some old-school methods No handouts No cheap grace Just all damn gas with a mean-ass face If I walk in the room You gon’ know what I am Not from the stars But the way I still stand Like pressure my brother Like pain my creed Like I came in this world With dirt on my cleats Breakdown Yeah Cleat marks Turf burns Cold nights Hard lessons learned Talk less Hit first That’s the kind of timing That put my name on shirts Final Chorus Dirt on my cleats Blood in my grind Talk all you want But the work look mine Dirt on my cleats Pain in my teeth I don’t need love I need room to eat Dirt on my cleats Hit after hit You can keep your shine I was made for this Dirt on my cleats Crowd on they feet Real ones know the difference When there’s dirt on your cleats Outro Yeah You can keep the flash Keep the pretty little speech I’ll take the blood, the fight And the dirt on my cleats
