Remix Track

Title: Gates to the Fire

Intro
Yeah…
Down south where the bass stay heavy
Country soul, trap heart… you hear me

Hook
Dope beats carry dope boys, heat in the ride
Backroad dust with that country inside
Stoners in the trees, yeah we rollin’ up slow
Fire in the lungs, let the whole world know

808s knock while the six-string cry
From the dirt to the flame, we just tryna get by
Gates to the fire, yeah the real gon’ rise
Truth in the smoke, you can see it in our eyes

Verse 1
Dope beats carry weight like a trunk full of bricks
Jazzy with the country, got that outlaw mix
Pine trees sway while the blunt stay lit
No sticks, just flame, let the loud pack hit

Climb that bap tree, elevation increase
Keys to the game, but I move in peace
Half-bag leaves? Nah, that ain’t my lane
Street dust weak, we don’t speak that name

Snap like hip-hop, trap bounce south
808s hit hard, make the speakers shout
From a porch to a stage, now the sound go global
Still got mud on the boots, still remain local

Hook
Dope beats carry dope boys, heat in the ride
Backroad dust with that country inside
Stoners in the trees, yeah we rollin’ up slow
Fire in the lungs, let the whole world know

808s knock while the six-string cry
From the dirt to the flame, we just tryna get by
Gates to the fire, yeah the real gon’ rise
Truth in the smoke, you can see it in our eyes

Verse 2
Late night ridin’, got the stars on watch
Engine hum low while the beat go knock
Moonlight glow on a gravel road bend
Got the past in the rear, but the fire don’t end

Stoners out the keys, yeah we twist that fate
Roll dreams up tight, let it levitate
Ash fall slow like time on pause
Every puff tell a story, every breath got cause

My hood ain’t fake, we survive off grit
Real recognize real, you can’t counterfeit
From the roots of the soil to the flame we spark
Light shine brighter when it start in the dark

Bridge
Six-string cry with a trap drum beat
Old soul voice with the 808 heat
Whiskey wind blow through the midnight pines
Got that country pain in these rap lines

Hook
Dope beats carry dope boys, heat in the ride
Backroad dust with that country inside
Stoners in the trees, yeah we rollin’ up slow
Fire in the lungs, let the whole world know

808s knock while the six-string cry
From the dirt to the flame, we just tryna get by
Gates to the fire, yeah the real gon’ rise
Truth in the smoke, you can see it in our eyes

Outro
Yeah… gates to the fire
If you real, you gon’ feel it
From the dirt… to the flame
We still here