[Intro] Mud on my name Dust on my boots Been this way Since I came out the roots (yeah) [Verse 1] Snapback crooked Bible on the dash Granddad’s jacket Still smells like gas County line sign Leaned from the wind Teacher said “dream” I said “watch me then” Red clay caked On the same old truck Turned my hand-me-down hurt Into hand-me-down luck Ain’t much pretty Just grit and spit Whole town betting I’d never be this [Chorus] I was born for this life, for the long dirt road For the hard talk, hard knocks, heavy load For the backwoods prayers and the front porch fights For the late-night runs under rusted lights I was made for the grind, for the broke and brave For the ones who rise from the rock-bottom grave Ain’t a crown on my head, but it fits just right I was born for this life Born for this life (hey!) [Verse 2] Mama worked doubles Kept the lights on dim Said “boy, if you fall You get right back in” I cut my teeth On the county fair stage Two loose strings And a teenage rage Now it’s steel-toed flow With a drawl on top Got a “can’t lose” chill And a “won’t quit” hop If they ask who I am Tell ’em straight, no twist Just a dirt-road kid Who refused that list (yeah) [Chorus] I was born for this life, for the long dirt road For the hard talk, hard knocks, heavy load For the backwoods prayers and the front porch fights For the late-night runs under rusted lights I was made for the grind, for the broke and brave For the ones who rise from the rock-bottom grave Ain’t a crown on my head, but it fits just right I was born for this life Born for this life [Bridge] Raise that jar If you know that pain If the same old storm Keeps calling your name We ain’t built to break We were built to lift Every scar on your skin That’s a homegrown gift (woah) [Chorus] I was born for this life, for the long dirt road For the hard talk, hard knocks, heavy load For the backwoods prayers and the front porch fights For the late-night runs under rusted lights I was made for the grind, for the broke and brave For the ones who rise from the rock-bottom grave Ain’t a crown on my head, but it fits just right I was born for this life Yeah, I’m born for this life (hey!)

rap, Country-trap bounce with twangy banjo licks, thick 808 low-end, and crisp claps; male vocals with a talk-sung cadence on the verses and big, shout-along gang vocals on the hook. First verse stays tight and swaggering, second verse opens up with stacked ad-libs and subtle harmony, bridge strips back to vocal and bass hit before the final explosive chorus., country

Born For This Life