

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] You ain't seen the nights I bled for this You just see the shine and captions, miss Talkin' like you built my skeleton Tryna write my life with a borrowed pen You want quiet, I was born too loud You want humble, I don't shrink my crown You want box-sized thoughts, four walls, one door I burned that house, walked out the floor [Chorus] It's a privilege to know yourself You can't buy that on a shelf You can talk, but you dead wrong 'bout me (dead wrong) You can point, you can lie, you can speak your piece But you dead, dead wrong 'bout me (so wrong) I did the work in the dark, you just see the scene You can't tell me who to be 'Cause you dead, dead wrong 'bout me [Verse 2] Every label that you stick don't fit You don't know the things I won't admit Therapy and prayers in my call log Steady tryna outrun my own fog I faced me, that was hard as hell You just skim, I done read myself So keep your script, I got my own lines My reflection don't need your cosign [Chorus] It's a privilege to know yourself You can't buy that on a shelf You can talk, but you dead wrong 'bout me (dead wrong) You can point, you can lie, you can speak your piece But you dead, dead wrong 'bout me (so wrong) I did the work in the dark, you just see the scene You can't tell me who to be 'Cause you dead, dead wrong 'bout me (yeah)
Tags
rap, Minimalist boom-bap with thick kick and crisp snare, deep sub bass, and moody piano loop; female vocals with confident, laid-back swing that tightens into double-time bursts on key punches. Hook stacks harmonies and call-and-response ad-libs for an anthemic feel. Verses stay mostly dry and upfront; last chorus adds subtle choir pads and extra ad-libs for a lift in the final run., hip hop
1:47
No
2/7/2026