Demun Jones - My People lyrics

[Chorus] 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 [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Outro] 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