[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Well, the dust kicks high on a backroad sky,
Natty’s in the shotgun, fire in her eye.
Got a lip full of sass, a heart full of steel,
Rolls her eyes at the world, like it ain’t no big deal.
She’s a honky-tonk storm in a ripped-up jean,
Pistol-popin’ words like a rebel machine.
“Daddy, don’t you preach,” she says with a smirk,
A hip-hop queen with a country hurt.
[Chorus]
Natty’s got a attitude, wild and free,
A outlaw soul mixin’ rhymes with debris.
She’ll hip-hop the truth, then two-step the lies,
A fire in her veins, hell-bent to rise.
[Verse 2]
We clashed like trains on a rusted track,
Her words snap louder than a whip-crack.
She’ll graffiti her name on a Bible page,
Turn a sermon to smoke, then rage the stage.
But I see my shadow in that stubborn stride,
A rebel’s her birthright, I can’t deride.
She’s a shotgun ballad, a breakbeat rhyme,
A thorn in the South, born outta time.
[Bridge]
One day she’ll soften, maybe fold her arms,
But for now, she’s burnin’ every calm.
A lullaby hummed through a busted speaker,
Love her like land, even when she’s meaner.
[Chorus]
Natty’s got a attitude, wild and free,
A outlaw soul mixin’ rhymes with debris.
She’ll hip-hop the truth, then two-step the lies,
A fire in her veins, hell-bent to rise.
[Outro]
[Verse 3]
So I’ll ride shotgun till her wheels slow down,
Plant my boots where her chaos hits the ground.
Yeah, she’s a bullet with a curse, a rhyme unsaid,
My outlaw girl with a crown on her head.
[Outro]
