Natty Attitude

[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]