[Intro] Yeah… I ain’t loud. I’m level. Pressure just make me settle. [Verse 1] Dirt on my denim, I been in the grit since the sandbox days, Hand-me-down crown but I ground my ways, found my phase in a backroad haze, No silver spoon, just a rusted blade, cut my lane when the stakes got raised, Built from a field where the shield was faith and the yield was paid. Did wild, did wrong, then I righted it, Took hits, stood tall, never titled it, No archive freeze when I stumbled and seized, Just dust in the lungs, then I swallowed it. [Chorus] Dirtass determinism — I don’t drift, I decide, When the wind start twistin’, I’m the post in the ground, I don’t slide, Dirtass determinism — no panic in my pulse, Pressure make diamonds, I just make results. [Verse 2] Cold nights, no lights, just a porch and a plan, Learned quick how to stand on the land with your hands, If it broke, we’d fix it, if it failed, we’d pivot, Ain’t nobody comin’, so we handle our business. I don’t flex loud, I flex stable, Got a long fuse mind, got a hard oak table, Storm roll in, I don’t fold, don’t flinch, I cinch that tension like a buckle on a belt, no label. [Chorus] Dirtass determinism — I don’t drift, I decide, When the wind start twistin’, I’m the post in the ground, I don’t slide, Dirtass determinism — no panic in my pulse, Pressure make diamonds, I just make results. [Verse 3] Seen heat turn heroes into headlines quick, I’d rather stay steady than be famous and flick, I ain’t built for the myth, I’m built for the miles, For the long road cold with the weight and the trials. Every scar got data, every bruise got proof, Every loss turned boss when I leveled my truth, You can freeze in a flash tryna chase that spark, I’d rather be a flame in the dark. [Chorus] Dirtass determinism — I don’t drift, I decide, When the wind start twistin’, I’m the post in the ground, I don’t slide, Dirtass determinism — no panic in my pulse, Pressure make diamonds, I just make results. [Verse 4] Raised by friction, made by fire, Built my spine like a fence with wire, Ain’t scared of the grind, I was born in the grind, Where the line in the sand was a line in the mind. No spectacle shine, just a steady hand, When the ground get shook, I don’t scatter like sand, You can chase the flash, I’ll anchor the frame, Different cloth, same game. [Final Chorus] Dirtass determinism — I don’t drift, I decide, When the wind start twistin’, I’m the post in the ground, I don’t slide, Dirtass determinism — no panic in my pulse, Pressure make diamonds, I just make results. [Outro] I ain’t here to be a legend. I’m here to last. Dirt don’t crack under pressure.
