

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Last born First up Whole house On my back, huh (yeah) [Verse 1] Last key on the chain, still open the door Baby boy, but they treat me like I’m forty or more Uncles talk heavy while they sleep on the couch I’m the one paying lights, they the ones runnin’ they mouth I’m the spare tire rollin’ till the gas run dry Whole fam in the truck, I’m the one that can’t cry Mama pour prayers, I pour sweat on the stove Turn these late bills into paid-in-full, woah [Chorus] I’m the black sheep countin’ all this wool Turnin’ all this pressure into pockets full Feedin’ everybody from an empty plate Last in the line with the heaviest weight I’m the black sheep, yeah, but I still lead Plantin’ whole fields from a cracked-up seed They don’t see the storm that I hold inside Youngest in the house with the grown man pride (yeah) [Verse 2] I’m a scarecrow standin’ in a field of kin Keep the birds off they blessings while they peck my skin I’m a rusted gate holdin’ up this land Hinge all broken but I still don’t bend They toast my name when the rent get saved Next week act strange like I ain’t just slaved I’m the last match burnin’ in a blackout night Light they path up while they shade my light [Chorus] I’m the black sheep countin’ all this wool Turnin’ all this pressure into pockets full Feedin’ everybody from an empty plate Last in the line with the heaviest weight I’m the black sheep, yeah, but I still lead Plantin’ whole fields from a cracked-up seed They don’t see the storm that I hold inside Youngest in the house with the grown man pride (young king) [Bridge] I’m the cracked cup still holdin’ the rain (hold it) I’m the book spine carryin’ the pain I’m the lone star hangin’ in the dirt-road sky Guide ‘em all home, then they pass me by (yeah) [Chorus] I’m the black sheep countin’ all this wool Turnin’ all this pressure into pockets full Feedin’ everybody from an empty plate Last in the line with the heaviest weight I’m the black sheep, yeah, but I still lead Plantin’ whole fields from a cracked-up seed They don’t see the storm that I hold inside Youngest in the house with the grown man pride (youngest) Youngest in the house with the grown man pride (for real)
Tags
rap, Moody Southern trap beat with swung hi-hats, woozy guitar sample, and deep 808s; male vocals half-melodic, half-raspy rap. Verses stay intimate and confessional, hook opens up with stacked harmonies and a churchy organ pad. Ad-libs and drops emphasize punchlines, last chorus rides out with filtered drums and a vocal chop.
2:49
No
2/11/2026