Dirt Don't Bluff

[Spoken Intro] Yeah. Look at you. Boots still factory-clean, talkin' like you invented hard times. Boy, the dirt outside know better. [Verse 1] You got Instagram grit and a gas-station pose, I got red clay dried in the seam of my clothes. You got one mean mug and a borrowed tough tone, I got fence wire scars and a back still strong. You talk like thunder with a Bluetooth chain, Whole lotta storm for a man hate rain. I done seen porch dogs with a meaner bark, At least they come outside when it get this dark. I learned my mouth from a broke-ass week, Learned my grin when the odds got cheap. Learned my swagger from a truck half-dead Still crankin' mad with a cuss and a prayer instead. [Pre-Hook] Don't start with me if your hands too soft. Don't sell wolf if your heart cuts off. You can pop that jaw in the neon glow, Till the dirt say, nah, that ain't how it go. [Hook] Dirt don't bluff, nah, dirt don't bluff, It know who folded, know who held up. Dirt don't bluff, nah, dirt don't bluff, It keep receipts when the talk too much. Dirt don't bluff, nah, dirt don't bluff, Y'all look loud, but the ground know us. Dirt don't bluff, nah, dirt don't bluff, When the road gets mean, it names who's tough. [Verse 2] You got barbershop brave and a ringtone soul, I got sunburnt neck and a pressure-proof roll. You got fresh white soles and a speech all slick, I got mud on the laces and a jaw like brick. That ditch out back got jokes on you, Said it never once seen you follow through. That gate on the hinge said, boy, who this clown? Talk all Saturday, ghost by sundown. I don't even hate it, I enjoy the show, Fake hard wilt when the wind blows cold. Like, yes sir, pop off, puff that chest, Then call your cousin when the truck gets stuck. [Pre-Hook] Don't start with me if your hands too soft. Don't sell wolf if your heart cuts off. You can pop that jaw in the neon glow, Till the dirt say, nah, that ain't how it go. [Hook] Dirt don't bluff, nah, dirt don't bluff, It know who folded, know who held up. Dirt don't bluff, nah, dirt don't bluff, It keep receipts when the talk too much. Dirt don't bluff, nah, dirt don't bluff, Y'all look loud, but the ground know us. Dirt don't bluff, nah, dirt don't bluff, When the road gets mean, it names who's tough. [Bridge] See, I ain't gotta cap. I can let the tailgate preach. Let the busted knuckle testify. Let the chain-link teach. Let the old heads smirk. Let the porch light grin. Let the county line tell you Who kept showin' up again. [Verse 3] I got work-glove confidence, low-talk shine, The kind built slow in a bad year grind. Got humor so dry it can season a fight, I laugh at fake wolves like they cute in the light. You can tweet you savage, post you raw, But a rain ditch knows more law than y'all. That engine light blinked like the end was near, I drove on steady, made the whole thing weird. Pain rode shotgun, I ain't let it steer, Fear said hush, I said not this year. You boys act rough till the bill comes due, Then suddenly everybody got somebody to call through. [Verse 4] I done seen men break from a week of heat, Seen 'em lose that bite when they miss one meal. Meanwhile, I'm still here with a grin half-crooked, Boot heel mean and my whole name rooted. Not 'cause I'm magic, not 'cause I'm chosen, 'Cause dirt raised me where excuses get frozen. Where the mud know bluff and the rain know lies, And the road reads truth in the set of your eyes. So keep that costume, keep that stunt, Keep that polished little counterfeit front. I'ma stand right here, let the whole scene hush, 'Cause the earth got a mouth and it's callin' your bluff. [Final Hook] Dirt don't bluff, nah, dirt don't bluff, It know who folded, know who held up. Dirt don't bluff, nah, dirt don't bluff, It keep receipts when the talk too much. Dirt don't bluff, nah, dirt don't bluff, Scars talk low, but they say enough. Dirt don't bluff, nah, dirt don't bluff, When the room gets still, it names who's tough. [Outro] Yeah. Dust on the cuff. Mud on the tongue. Sharp little smile like, look who's done. And when the loud boys ran outta noise, I was still right there. Boots in it. Breath in me. Letting the ground have the last word.