[Intro – Quick drawl over banjo trap beat] (It's how you wear it) (Its how you Shake it) (Trailer Park Soul) (But I strut Like GOLD) [Break] [Violin Break] [Verse 1 – Super fast, up-tempo cadence, Lots of Banjo] Busted boots but I glide like gloss Snapback tilted and a grin like a boss Hot sauce breath and a busted phone But I still got shine in my broken home Muddin’ on a Monday, clean by ten Still throw hands when it’s me or them Red clay crown on my dollar-store throne Turn broke into swagger, all on my own [Verse 2 – Machine gun flow, punchy lines] Bologna sandwich, chain-link charm Still pull a ten with a wink and a scar Ain’t got much but I make it flash Turn pennies to a crown when I talk that trash Whole town whisper when I ride past slow Got a lawn chair throne and a front row show No degree, no plan, just grit Still made a name they ain’t ever forget [Pre-Chorus – punch with grit] They said I’m broke, I said I’m blessed Wear my pain like a leather vest I ain't rich but I still impress Walk like war and talk like yes [Chorus – Jelly Roll, Fast, catchy bounce] Trailer park raised but I’m super fly Still rock boots when I pass suit-and-ties I got duct tape dreams and a punch-drunk smile But I talk like a king and I walk with style Yeah, born in the sticks, got that fire inside Can’t buy this pride, can’t fake this high They laugh at the dust, but I touch the sky I’m trailer park born, and I’m super fly [Record Scratching with Banjo and violin break] [Verse 3 – Braggadocious, high-energy flex] Got two lawn chairs and a cooler of dreams Turn my setbacks into moonlit schemes Used to laugh now they watch my grind I made five-star pain from a single-wide Tire tracks cut through the doubt I ain't slowin' up, I’m burnin’ out Plastic plates, but I feast like kings Ain’t got a throne, but I built these wings [Pre-Chorus 2 – Snappy flow, rising energy, claps and kicks behind it] I came from nothin’ but I flex like gold Shirt ain’t clean but my stance real bold They laugh at the rust but I shine like chrome Ain’t got a throne, but I made my own [Chorus – Layered and bouncier] Trailer park raised but I’m super fly Still rock boots when I pass suit-and-ties I got duct tape dreams and a punch-drunk smile But I talk like a king and I walk with style Yeah, born in the sticks, got that fire inside Can’t buy this pride, can’t fake this high They laugh at the dust, but I touch the sky I’m trailer park born, and I’m super fly [Bridge – Call and response double-time flow] From gravel roads to neon lights I flip my scars into stage spotlights They said I’d fold — I said “You bet?” Now I’m cashin’ these bars with no regrets No silk shirt, no champagne pop Just a six-pack soul and a beat that knocks [Final Combo Chorus / Outro – Big finish, group vocals + ad-libs] Trailer park raised but I’m super fly Still rock boots when I pass suit-and-ties I got duct tape dreams and a punch-drunk smile But I talk like a king and I walk with style Yeah, born in the sticks, got that fire inside Can’t buy this pride, can’t fake this high They laugh at the dust, but I touch the sky I’m trailer park born, and I’m super fly Still trailer park born... Still super fly... [Banjo and Violin Outro]
