

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Cold winters Thin socks One pair of boots Whole block watched (yeah) [Verse 1] Came up where the heat from the oven was the heater Moms at the table turnin’ worries into dinner Roaches in the cupboard, but the dreams got bigger Whole building leanin’, but my will got thicker Stairwell funk, dice games, lil’ skippers Fifth-floor window, red and blue in the mirrors Teacher said “statistics,” I said “flip these figures” Turn a corner store hustler to a seven-figure winner [Chorus] From the Bronx to the top, I remember them nights Same boots, same block, now I’m under them lights I just wanted one pair, now I’m stampin’ my stripes From the scuffs on the sole to the name on the side From the Bronx to the top, I remember them nights Same boots, same block, now I’m under them lights I just wanted one pair, now I’m stampin’ my stripes Put my story in the leather, let the whole hood rise (yeah) [Verse 2] First check hit, I ain’t run for a chain Hit the corner for a box with my name on the tag Laced up tight, felt the weight of the pain Every step sayin’ “we ain’t goin’ back to the past” Phones buzzin’, cousins sayin’ “you changed” I’m just showin’ ‘em the ceiling ain’t the end of the frame Label want the logo, I just want my lane From the curb to the catalog, remember the rain (uh) [Chorus] From the Bronx to the top, I remember them nights Same boots, same block, now I’m under them lights I just wanted one pair, now I’m stampin’ my stripes From the scuffs on the sole to the name on the side From the Bronx to the top, I remember them nights Same boots, same block, now I’m under them lights I just wanted one pair, now I’m stampin’ my stripes Put my story in the leather, let the whole hood rise (rise) [Bridge] Walked through the mud, through the blood, through the slush (walk) Concrete talk, every crack, every cut From the train to the plane, all the way up Every step in these boots say we made it from the dust (yeah, yeah)
Tags
rap, Gritty East-meets-West bounce: boom-bap drums locked to a lazy G-funk swing, rubbery talkbox leads, eerie keys, and thick sub-bass. Male vocals, aggressive but laid-back confidence. Hook explodes with stacked chant-style backing, verses stay close and conversational. Occasional vinyl crackle and siren stabs for texture., west coast rap, funk, hip hop
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3/25/2026