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[Intro]
Yeah
Stack it up
Mm
Raging
[Chorus]
Raging royal flush, all gas, no bluff (hey!)
Put the crown on the chips, watch me load that up
Whole table look sick when I turn cards up
Every hand I touch hit, that’s a raging royal flush
Raging royal flush, I don’t fold, I rush
Pressure on my pulse, got my heartbeat rough
They praying that I slip, but I rise from the dust
Every hand I touch hit, that’s a raging royal flush
[Verse 1]
Walk in, chips tall like high-rise
Cold eyes, read souls, hear white lies
I was eating cup noodles in the draft breeze
Now I’m cutting through the room like a bad breeze
Talk cheap, I let silence make the loud hit
Whole life on the line, that’s a power trip
Red ink on the page from the late nights
Turned pain into plays under gray lights
[Chorus]
Raging royal flush, all gas, no bluff (yeah!)
Put the crown on the chips, watch me load that up
Whole table look sick when I turn cards up
Every hand I touch hit, that’s a raging royal flush
Raging royal flush, I don’t fold, I rush
Pressure on my pulse, got my heartbeat rough
They praying that I slip, but I rise from the dust
Every hand I touch hit, that’s a raging royal flush
[Bridge]
Heart race, hard stare, I don’t break, I dare
All in, this glare, you can feel that flare (woo)
One shot, locked in, I don’t need that luck
When I rage through the deck, everything gets cut
[Verse 2]
I remember cracked screen, late shift, side job
Now it’s black car rides past the timeclock
Kept my anger in a jar till the glass split
Now the fire in my chest do the ad-libs (huh!)
They said, “Boy, sit still, be a good kid”
I said, “Watch this, watch what the wolf did”
Turned every little slight to a war drum
Now they looking at a storm that they all spun
[Chorus]
Raging royal flush, all gas, no bluff
Put the crown on the chips, watch me load that up (load it)
Whole table look sick when I turn cards up
Every hand I touch hit, that’s a raging royal flush
Raging royal flush, I don’t fold, I rush (raging)
Pressure on my pulse, got my heartbeat rough
They praying that I slip, but I rise from the dust
Every hand I touch hit, that’s a raging royal flush
Details
GeneratedJan 29, 2026
Duration2:21
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Aggressive trap banger with male vocals, detuned bell lead over snarling bass, sharp hi-hats and heavy kick driving a militant bounce; verses clipped and percussive, hook explodes with shouted gang vocals and octave doubles, brief filtered beat drop in the bridge then full-impact final chorus
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OrganicSignal300
OrganicSignal300ModelAria v5
Prompt
Raging Royal Flush, male, rap
