Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Mouth full of ashes Got gravel in my throat (uh) Jaw locked, all passion I talk like a gun when I choke (brrah) [Verse 1] I don’t chase clout I chase checks, chase breath, chase doubt Turn pain to a payout Turn fear to a face-off, fade out (gone) Teeth grit, I’m a broken gate Every word that I spit, that’s a loaded weight Whole block in my shoulder blades Walk heavy like I’m dragging whole motorcades Rough cut, I ain’t airbrushed Hands scarred from the days that I dared trust Now I move like a bare knuck Two hits: you hit ground, hit bad luck (sleep) [Chorus] Gravel in my throat, when I talk it shake rooms (shake) Every single step, that’s a war in my shoes Raw to the root, I don’t polish, I bruise If I say it, then I stand on it, stand on it, move Gravel in my throat, make the lies fall flat Heart like a drum when the night hits back Rugged when I rise, never crawling from a crash If I breathe on the track, that’s a red flag rash [Verse 2] I was raised on the hard looks Late rent, shutoff cards, empty cupboards Had to sharpen my calm, not my comfort Every “no” turned my hunger to a thunder (boom) I don’t care what the blogs say I been broke, I been lost, I been off wage Now I talk like the boss page Line for line, I’m a locked cage on a long day Bare floor, that’s my red carpet Steel spine in a thin market If I fall, I don’t beg for a headstart I bite down, break chains, leave the fence parted (yeah) [Chorus] Gravel in my throat, when I talk it shake rooms Every single step, that’s a war in my shoes Raw to the root, I don’t polish, I bruise If I say it, then I stand on it, stand on it, move Gravel in my throat, make the lies fall flat Heart like a drum when the night hits back Rugged when I rise, never crawling from a crash If I breathe on the track, that’s a red flag rash [Verse 3] I’m the storm they ain’t planned for Whole life in a handful Bet the house on the handful Now I’m kicking through the backdoor, sandal (light work) Talk sharp, leave a cut in the quiet They doubt, I turn hunger to a riot I don’t need peace, I need progress Every bruise that I got, that’s a process (facts) You hear grit when I exhale Every scar in my chest is a best-seller detail You hear truth when I inhale I been dying on the inside, now I retail (pay me) [Chorus] Gravel in my throat, when I talk it shake rooms Every single step, that’s a war in my shoes Raw to the root, I don’t polish, I bruise If I say it, then I stand on it, stand on it, move Gravel in my throat, make the lies fall flat Heart like a drum when the night hits back Rugged when I rise, never crawling from a crash If I breathe on the track, that’s a red flag rash [Outro] Voice rough, that’s a battle cry Whole life in a bar, let the shackles fly (go) If my lungs give out, let the gravel shine I was built in the struggle, now the rock is mine (yeah)
Tags
rap, Aggressive East-coast trap hybrid, male vocals. Verse drums hit with clipped, commanding kicks and snarling bass stabs, hi-hats racing in sharp triplets. Vocal sits dry and upfront, little reverb, every breath audible. Hooks slam in with layered gang shouts and brief sub-drops on transitions. Bridge to outro strips to bass and drumline, voice almost a capella before the final beat crush., raw, vocal
Duration
3:19
Instrumental
No
Created
1/29/2026