Prompt / Lyrics
(Intro) Yo, look— I came up hungry, stomach on empty Feds took bro, now my heart feel heavy Mum’s on rent, gotta stack every penny No handouts, tell ‘em don’t tempt me (Verse 1) Sixteen, I was outside late, no curfew Fuck a plan B, I had to make this work too School never paid, had to trap just to earn food Now I touch paper, same hands that I served through They never checked when I slept in the whip They never asked if I ate, not a sip Now they all askin’ for splits Fuck that, I was alone when I flipped I seen man switch for a blue note Lost some bros, had to move on cutthroat I know real pain, I don’t do jokes Heart so cold, got frost on my new coat I had to stack while they flexed in the club Had to stay low, had to fight for the plug Took me some Ls, but I flipped that quick Turned to a boss, now I move too slick (Pre-Chorus) No love lost, I been out on my own Can’t trust friends, fake smiles on my phone Came from the struggle, can’t switch on my zone I had to make it, no help, no loan (Chorus) Fuck what they say, I ain’t changin’ my ways I got money to make, I got paper to chase Lost a few friends, I got nothin’ to say I been outside, had to learn the hard way Fuck what they say, I ain’t playin’ no games I got money to stack, I got flights to arrange Came from the dirt, had to walk through the rain Now I’m up and that shit won’t be the same (Verse 2) Took my last bag, put it all in a key Made one flip, now I push that GT Supra rev high, now the turbo scream Used to push pedals, now it’s push to speed Had to change gears, can’t crash like before Lost some real ones, I ain’t losin’ no more Mum still prays, but I sin on the road Tryna break cycles, but pain still grows Flew to Jamaica, unwind for a week Big back ting wanna ride on the beach She call me “papi,” she love how I speak Told her don't love me, I'm gone in a week Henny on ice, got the AP bustin' Came from the mud, now the lifestyle custom Still keep a blade, I ain't trustin’ nothin’ Racks in the duffle, no flex, just hustlin’ (Pre-Chorus) No love lost, I been out on my own Can’t trust friends, fake smiles on my phone Came from the struggle, can’t switch on my zone I had to make it, no help, no loan (Chorus) Fuck what they say, I ain’t changin’ my ways I got money to make, I got paper to chase Lost a few friends, I got nothin’ to say I been outside, had to learn the hard way Fuck what they say, I ain’t playin’ no games I got money to stack, I got flights to arrange Came from the dirt, had to walk through the rain Now I’m up and that shit won’t be the same (Outro) Yo, look— Came from the bottom, now I’m top of the city Still keep a bally, still move gritty Bro got a pack, he ain't servin' no kiddies We double it up, then we split it like fifty Now I’m up, but the past still haunts Money don’t fix what the heart still wants Still hear bro’s voice in my head some nights Tellin’ me, "Live, don’t waste this life"
Tags
old UK drill beat with some melodic strings, UK rap, heavy beats, heavy bass, confident
Duration
3:28
Instrumental
No
Created
3/10/2025