Prompt / Lyrics
[Chorus] Fuck what they think about me I was born like this, I’m proud, you see Talk that talk, but they don’t know me I’ma stand ten toes, I’ma be OG Fuck what they think about me I ain’t tryna fit in, I’m just tryna be free If they hate on the kid, let it be I’ma die as myself, that’s me, that’s me (yeah) [Verse 1] Country boy, same dirt on my boots Same scar on my chin from the truth They laugh when you broke, then they switch when you up Either way, they gon’ talk on the stoop Mama said, “son, don’t fold” “Talk loud, but they heart stay cold” So I carved my lane in this red clay road If they point they finger, I just lift my soul (uh) Gold grill flash when I grin Tattoo on my neck, all sin Still pray every night, I win I don’t bend, I don’t break, I don’t blend in (nah) They wanna see me stuck in the past But I’m cut from a whole ‘nother class You can whisper my name, you can trash my path But you can’t rewrite my ass [Chorus] Fuck what they think about me I was born like this, I’m proud, you see Talk that talk, but they don’t know me I’ma stand ten toes, I’ma be OG Fuck what they think about me I ain’t tryna fit in, I’m just tryna be free If they hate on the kid, let it be I’ma die as myself, that’s me, that’s me (yeah) [Verse 2] Big belt buckle, big dreams Came from the gutter, ripped seams Used to pray on a late-night beam Now I toast to the pain with the whole damn team They said I was too rough, too loud Too dark, too broke, too proud Every “too” that they threw like a stone at my house Turned bricks, now I’m building my crown (yeah) Hometown still talk in the bar Say I changed when I bought that car But they ain’t see the gas in the jar When I rode on E just to chase that star Look, I ain’t gotta prove I’m real I ain’t gotta beg you to feel You can judge my life from a screen all day But I still wake up in my skin, that’s the deal (for real) [Chorus] Fuck what they think about me I was born like this, I’m proud, you see Talk that talk, but they don’t know me I’ma stand ten toes, I’ma be OG Fuck what they think about me I ain’t tryna fit in, I’m just tryna be free If they hate on the kid, let it be I’ma die as myself, that’s me, that’s me (yeah) [Bridge] Hands up if you feel that shame Turn it to fuel, turn it to flame They gon’ talk when you lose, when you gain Either way, it’s your blood in your veins (say my name) Hands up if you feel that doubt Turn it to drive, map your route They can keep runnin’ they mouth I’ma keep livin’ out loud, no drought [Chorus] Fuck what they think about me I was born like this, I’m proud, you see Talk that talk, but they don’t know me I’ma stand ten toes, I’ma be OG Fuck what they think about me I ain’t tryna fit in, I’m just tryna be free If they hate on the kid, let it be I’ma die as myself, that’s me, that’s me (yeah)
Tags
rap, Hard Southern trap beat with booming low-end and crisp hats, male vocals spitting double-time in pockets. Verses stay gritty and close-mic’d, ad-libs tucked wide. Hook explodes with layered shouts and crowd-style chants, 808 glides on the turnarounds, occasional dark piano stabs to underline key punchlines., hip hop
Duration
2:50
Instrumental
No
Created
3/6/2026