Lyrics:

This one's for the house (yeah), blastin' out of your speaker
Brought y'all a new anthem, and I'ma hold it down for my people
My people roll the soul
Crank it up and get loud enough that they hearin' us from a mile
Y'all are my people (uh)
I got tires to rotate and steel to weld
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 I'm on the grind, locked in (whoo)
Four low hub, C-Ten
All I can see is these mouths to feed
You ain't helpin', please miss me then (whoo)
No stall or stop until we top the wall
Raised to walk when I'ma lay 'em off
I'm candy cane, we build and paint
And when you turn the key, you gotta pay me, dawg
And it's to the next, help me so
Pack the gear up, rock and roll
Sure 'nough, the crew shows up
The foundation's laid and it goes up
This one's for the house (yeah), blastin' out of your speaker
Brought y'all a new anthem, and I'ma hold it down for my people
My people roll the soul
Crank it up and get loud enough that they hearin' us from a mile
Y'all are my people (uh)
Calloused hands, badge of honor (yeah)
I wear with my blue collar (yeah)
Blood spilt, sweat, tears shed (yeah)
Work overtime for that blue dollar
Cold, windstorm, rain, thunder
Hot sun, and heat index a hundred
Elbow grease and no sun screen
Just backaches and that caffeine to keep goin'
And we go 'cause that's the way that we know
Takin' pride in every nail we drive
Every board, every nut and bolt
My people, my people didn't learn a lot in school (uh)
But the job site was our classroom
A belt bag and a box of tools (yeah)
This one's for the house (yeah), blastin' out of your speaker
Brought y'all a new anthem, and I'ma hold it down for my people
My people roll the soul
Crank it up and get loud enough that they hearin' us from a mile
Y'all are my people
This one's for the house (yeah), blastin' out of your speaker
Brought y'all a new anthem, and I'ma hold it down for my people
My people roll the soul
Crank it up and get loud enough that they hearin' us from a mile
Y'all are my people
This one's 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 sweepin' the parkin' lot, cuttin' the grass
The teachers, police, and the military
The cashiers and the bartenders
And everybody else that's bustin' their ass to make a livin'
Y'all are my people