🔥LIGHT IT UP🔥LUNATIC NATION🔥 #countryrap

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lyrics

Okay, family…
Y’all feel that?
That's the rumble of the real risin’ up through the dirt.
Let’s set this bitch OFF — no apologies, no brakes.
They doubted us? Now they 'bout to bow to the flames.
LIGHT IT UP, FAM — TIME TO FEED THE FIRE.

LIGHT IT UP, LIGHT IT UP — WE DON'T MISS!
Lunatic Nation comin’ through with a fist!
We ridin’ deep like a wolfpack starved,
With bars so raw, leave the whole world scarred.
Light it up, light it up — fire in the veins,
Speakers crack bricks when we spit propane.
They ain't ready for the tribe we are —
So we set it off, shootin’ straight to the stars!

Came from the gutter with a mouth full of rust,
Now it's gold in the bars, in my fam we trust.
We don’t pray for a throne — we *build our chair*,
Out of bones of the doubt and electric stares.

This for every motherfucker said we’d fade out,
Now they downloadin’ tracks just to hate loud.
We ain’t industry-bred — we the wild-born,
We the storm in the field, we the oath sworn.

Ain’t no label chainin’ me, I own this fate,
Turn a mic to a blade, let it decapitate.
I don’t kneel, don’t bow, don’t ever ask,
I break through gates with a tank full of gas.

LIGHT IT UP, LIGHT IT UP — WE DON'T MISS!
Lunatic Nation comin’ through with a fist!
We ridin’ deep like a wolfpack starved,
With bars so raw, leave the whole world scarred.
Light it up, light it up — fire in the veins,
Speakers crack bricks when we spit propane.
They ain't ready for the tribe we are —
So we set it off, shootin’ straight to the stars!

Whole squad full of misfits, scars and felonies,
Turn pain to art and bars to weaponries.
From the trap to the sticks, we all stand tall,
Unified by the grind — *never gon’ fall*.

Every stream, every share, every back turned,
Fueled the flame — now the whole globe burn.
We the outlaw faith, the trailer park saints,
No filters, no frauds, no Hollywood paints.

This our lane, and we drivin’ through fast,
Dodge truck revvin' loud with a ski mask.
Let the world laugh now — we keep receipts,
Then frame they jaws when they drop in defeat.

This more than music — this a brotherhood creed.
We the white trash kings, on a goddamn stampede.
Fuck the industry, fuck the fake-ass trends,
This the family that never breaks — only bends to win.

LIGHT IT UP, LIGHT IT UP — WE DON'T MISS!
Lunatic Nation comin’ through with a fist!
We ridin’ deep like a wolfpack starved,
With bars so raw, leave the whole world scarred.
Light it up, light it up — fire in the veins,
Speakers crack bricks when we spit propane.
They ain't ready for the tribe we are —
So we set it off, shootin’ straight to the stars!

Now they whisperin’ my name with a stutter and fear,
'Cause we turned the volume up — now the message clear.
We the sound of the truth in a world full of lies,
We the boots on the ground when the eagle cries.

We don’t beg for a seat — we break the table,
Feed the fam with truth, never change for labels.
So if you down with the Lunatic rise, then ride,
If not? Step back — or get buried in pride.

They thought it was a game…
Till the fam showed up with a purpose in flames.
Let 'em talk — we too busy takin’ names.
LUNATIC NATION — BANG BANG, BITCH


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