Testo My People

This ones for the house, blasting out of your speaker
Brought y'all a new anthem and imma hold it down for my people
My people roll [?] crank it up and get loud enough that they hearing us from a mile
Y’all are my people

I got tires of rotating steel to weigh up
Back the truck up drill the well
Don’t sweat the bills when in God we trust Can’t even feel when my knuckles bust ‘cause im on the grind Locked in
Four low hub, C-ten
All I can see is these mouths to feed
You ain't helping, please miss me then
No stall or stop until we top the wall
Raised to walk when i'ma lay them off
I’m a candy cane [?]
When you turn the key you got to pay us, dog
The foundation is there and its going up

This ones for the house, blasting out of your speaker
Brought y'all a new anthem and imma hold it down for my people
My people roll [?] crank it up and get loud enough that they hear us all from a mile
Y’all are my people
Calloused hands, badge of honor, I wear with my blue collar
Blood spilt, sweat, tears shed
Work over time for that blue dollar
Cold, windstorm, rain, thunder, hot sun, and heat index a hundred Elbow grease and no sun screen, just back aches and that caffeine
To keep going
And we go because that's the way that we know
Taking pride in every nail we drive in every board, every nut and bolt
My people, my people didn’t learn a lot in school
The job site was our classroom, a belt bag, and a box of tools

This ones for the house, blasting out of your speaker
Brought y'all a new anthem and imma hold it down for my people
My people roll [?] crank it up and get loud enough that they hear us all from a mile
Y’all are my people
This ones for the house, blasting out of your speaker
Brought y'all a new anthem and imma hold it down for my people
My people roll [?] crank it up and get loud enough that they hear us all from a mile
Y’all are my people

This one is for all the mechanics, the carpenters, the brick layers and the farmers
The plumbers, the roofers, the truck drivers, and the movers
The heavy equipment operators, the folks sweeping the parking lots, cutting the grass, the teachers, police, and the military
The cashiers and the bartenders
And everybody else busting their ass to make a living
Y'all are my people