

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] [Sports broadcaster voiceover, AM-radio filter, crowd murmur under] “Could he really stay down this time? They said the odds were too high to climb Even though it’s all against him… There’s still time on the clock” [Beat drops] [Verse 1] They said “lay down” I heard “stand up” Face first in that red dust Turn pain into handcuffs Snap, break ‘em off One breath, then another one Whole crowd wanna see me done But that little hand still movin’ on I lost sleep, I lost friends Lost count of my L’s Mama prayin’ in her old chair “Boy, you stronger than hell” They keep bettin’ on my breakdown I just bet on myself I keep hearin’ all that countdown But I ain’t rang that bell [Chorus] Clocks still runnin I’m still comin (yeah) Whole world say “fold” But I keep gunnin (keep gunnin) Even with the odds Stacked above me I ain’t out, I ain’t done You can’t judge me Clocks still runnin Heart still drummin (hey!) I was made for the storm I ain’t duckin Even when I’m cut Bruised and bloody I ain’t out, I ain’t done You can’t judge me [Verse 2] Camera in my face like “Boy, you finished or what?” I just wipe off all that doubt Spit the dirt, taste the rust They don’t see the nights grindin’ They just see when I slip They don’t know I turn the pressure Into fuel for the trip Talk cheap, I got scars That ain’t healed, but they tough Every setback was a set-up For me levelin’ up If the Story really over Why my heart go this hard? Why that second hand circle Like it’s ready to start? [Chorus] Clocks still runnin I’m still comin (oh yeah) Whole world say “fold” But I keep gunnin Even with the odds Stacked above me I ain’t out, I ain’t done You can’t judge me Clocks still runnin Heart still drummin I was made for the storm I ain’t duckin (never) Even when I’m cut Bruised and bloody I ain’t out, I ain’t done You can’t judge me [Bridge] Could I really stay down? Ask me that to my face I been buried, I been broken Still I clawed out my grave If they count me out now Better check that time Long as something in my chest I’ma cross that line (yeah) [Chorus] Clocks still runnin I’m still comin Whole world say “fold” But I keep gunnin Even with the odds Stacked above me I ain’t out, I ain’t done You can’t judge me Clocks still runnin Heart still drummin I was made for the storm I ain’t duckin Even when I’m cut Bruised and bloody I ain’t out, I ain’t done You can’t judge me
Tags
rap, Moody trap beat with spacious 808s, stuttering hi-hats, and eerie bell plucks; male vocals shifting from low, reflective verse delivery to raw, melodic hooks. Intro features filtered “broadcast” vocal over crowd ambience, then beat slams in. Chorus grows with doubled leads and distant ad-lib stack; subtle pads swell in the bridge for a final lift into the last hook.
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4/7/2026