Grind ain’t pretty

[Intro] “You ever cooked crank in a cabin with no floor?” “Ever watched your kin get buried by the sheriff’s boys?” “This shit here… it’s survival.” [Verse 1] City boys laugh, but we grind with scars Sellin’ meth in a jar, hidin’ weight in cars Mama got cancer, couldn’t pay no bills So I cooked that p****n just to stack them kills Nights cold, no heat, just pigs in the pen And a .22 rifle I done slept with since ten They don’t know struggle, they just talk tough We chew on pain, they just snort bluff [chorus] This grind ain’t pretty—it’s b***d and bone Moonshine breath with a heart of stone Got scars on my hands and hate in my soul City boys fold when the nights get cold Come talk hustle, I’ll show you the dirt Where money got made and brothers got hurt [Verse 2] Stove run red when the batch go bad Blistered up arms, made my own damn lab No books, no codes, just trial and fire Learned to stretch that cut, make the bag get higher Seen my cousin OD on a front porch chair While the preacher just watched with a blank-a*s stare Ain’t no fairy tales deep in the sticks We feed on grit and we talk with clips [chorus] This grind ain’t pretty—it’s b***d and bone Moonshine breath with a heart of stone Got scars on my hands and hate in my soul City boys fold when the nights get cold Come talk hustle, I’ll show you the dirt Where money got made and brothers got hurt [Verse 3] I’m Burlap, bitch, from the land of rot Where the law don’t come and the graves don’t plot Had to sell to my aunt just to keep on lights Now she twitch in a chair every couple nights I ain’t proud, but I ain’t ashamed I’m the product of the woods that never got tamed So f**k your suits and your weak-a*s game You ain’t never felt pain till you felt my flame [chorus] This grind ain’t pretty—it’s b***d and bone Moonshine breath with a heart of stone Got scars on my hands and hate in my soul City boys fold when the nights get cold Come talk hustle, I’ll show you the dirt Where money got made and brothers got hurt [Outro] “Next time you talk down on a hillbilly…” “Make sure your heart can handle the truth.” [Outro] “We ain’t monsters. We just molded by pain.” “But cross me… and you’ll meet him.”