[Intro] "The Lord bless the road that’s broken But strong hands fix the wheel" [Verse 1] Born in the red dirt, halo in the grime Cross on my chain and I still got time Sermon in my bars, 808 in my blood Roll slow through the flood like Noah in the mud Every scar a verse, every bruise a hymn I baptize beats with a bottle of sin Saint with a switch, got a soul on fire Rev in the booth, my truth don’t tire [Chorus] This my hustle mud gospel Hands to the sky, feet in the struggle Chain don’t shine, but the light still beam Truth in the trap, still livin’ that dream Oh Lord, let the bass line preach Tires still spin when the devil try reach I ride for the ones with nothin’ to lose Hustle mud gospel, these holy grooves [Verse 2] They said I couldn’t mix faith with the flow But I got scripture in the subs below Choir in the backseat, demons in the trunk And a Bible on the dash when the days get rough Testify through the kick and clap Every clapback verse, I snap Ain’t no shame in the truth I speak Got dirt on my boots and fire on my beats [Bridge] (Hallelujah, hands up high) Ridin’ through storms with a holy drive Break these chains, I was born to ride Even saints got scars when the angels cry [Final Chorus] This my hustle mud gospel Hands to the sky, feet in the struggle Chain don’t shine, but the light still beam Truth in the trap, still livin’ that dream Oh Lord, let the bass line preach Tires still spin when the devil try reach I ride for the ones with nothin’ to lose Hustle mud gospel, these holy grooves [Outro] Amen in the rearview… Hustle, mud, gospel… true.
