Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Late rent
late bus
same story
Notebook heavy
heart inventory
Dreams on layaway
tag still on ’em
Mom said “plan B”
I never bought one
Hand-me-down hoodie
ink on the sleeve
Writing my future
line by belief
Friends in the hallway
laugh through the ache
Talking bout “one song”
changing our fate
[Chorus]
I turn my pain into pages
Pages into phrases
Phrases into stages
That’s the way I made it
(I keep creating)
I turn my days into drums
Drums into a rush
Rush into a run
Tell me who can cage it
[Verse 2]
Clock in
clock out
same four walls
Bars in my head
don’t match these stalls
Boss talk cheap
I price my time high
Plotting my exit
looped in my mind
Little sis watching
eyes like a lens
She wanna see proof
hope really wins
So I keep scribbling
life in the margins
Every small step
part of the large thing
[Chorus]
I turn my pain into pages
Pages into phrases
Phrases into stages
That’s the way I made it
(I keep creating)
I turn my days into drums
Drums into a rush
Rush into a run
Tell me who can cage it
Style
rapdusty boom-bap loop with swung drums and warm submale vocals. verse rides a head-nod pocket with sparse keys and vinyl crackle; chorus opens wider with stacked call-and-response hooks and filtered bass. subtle ear-candy chops between linesoutro strips back to drums and a single vocal line for a tight 2-minute cypher feel.beatship hop
Prompt
Hip hop, creative and beats
Credits
Prompt by
Rotexthareal
RotextharealGeneratedMar 19, 2026
ModelAria v5