So the dirt road you grew up on wasn't paved in gold And your spoon might've not have been silver in your Froot Loops bowl So you turned sixteen with some Dollar Tree streamers strung up at the Pizza Hut Closest that you've been to Hollywood is when you went to Dollywood Well so what? We're on a bunch of dots on maps, little towns that nobody's heard of We grew up and going to the world, tryna show em all what we're made of Then we spent our lives tryna turn boxes into mansions Be proud of where you came from, nobody's from the Hamptons Nobody, nobody, nobody's from the Hamptons So your three-room double Y ain't sitting on a seaside coast And your yacht, it's an eight-foot john boat, but hell it flows You might be making extra cash working weekends at the Sunglass Kiosk in the mall Or you'll get rich quick with a quick stop winning number ticket playing Powerball We're on a bunch of dots on maps, little towns that nobody's heard of We grew up and going to the world, tryna show em all what we're made of Then we spent our lives tryna turn boxes into mansions Be proud of where you came from, nobody's from the Hamptons Nobody's from the Hamptons We're hardworking two-star blue-collar box wine mason jar drinkers We're all a little homemade, hand me down, hang around greener grass dreamers Then we spent our lives tryna turn boxes into mansions Be proud of where you came from, nobody's from the Hamptons Nobody, nobody, nobody's from the Hamptons Nobody, nobody, nobody's from the Hamptons *