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Lyrics
[Intro]
Royal legacy
Built it brick by brick
Crown heavy on my head
But the neck got sick (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Came from nothing
Floor was cold, lungs full of smoke
Hand-me-down shoes
Every step was a joke
Now they study every move
Like my walk is a code
Empire out the mud
Turned that dust into gold
Dynasty dreams
Eating ramen on the crate
Counting every single cent
Like it’s carving out my fate
Prestige on the mind
But the belly feeling light
Had to gamble every day
On another hard night
Noble with the hustle
Had to get it on the grind
Had to sharpen every flaw
Turn that pressure into shine
Chaos in my chest
But the vision stayed clean
Now the name ring loud
Like a siren in a dream (yeah)
[Chorus]
This that royal bloodline hustle
Crown from the struggle, not luck
No handouts, just hard nights
Turned every loss to a cut
Now they watch every flex, every move
Try to trace how I climbed out the ruins
Came from nothing, now they look up
When I walk in the room, I’m the proof
[Verse 2]
Empire in the making
Had to stack it off the scraps
Every week another L
Turned the pain into a map
Vice in my ear
Whisper “quit, let it slide”
But the grit in my teeth
Never let that thought ride
Sovereign with the scars
Wear the stories on my face
Every line another war
Every bruise another place
They was laughing at the dream
Till the numbers got loud
Now they reaching for a seat
At the table I found
Elite in the focus
I was starving for the win
Blood on the laces
From the miles I put in
Prime in the moment
No rewind, no retreat
If they looking for the king
Tell ’em meet me in the street (yeah)
[Chorus]
This that royal bloodline hustle
Crown from the struggle, not luck
No handouts, just hard nights
Turned every loss to a cut
Now they watch every flex, every move
Try to trace how I climbed out the ruins
Came from nothing, now they look up
When I walk in the room, I’m the proof
[Bridge]
Drip on the cloth
But it’s grit in the seams (grit in the seams)
Trap in the past
Now it’s castles in the dreams (castles in the dreams)
If they ask where I’m from
Point back to the dirt
Say the throne that I sit on
Came straight from the hurt
[Chorus]
This that royal bloodline hustle
Crown from the struggle, not luck
No handouts, just hard nights
Turned every loss to a cut
Now they watch every flex, every move
Try to trace how I climbed out the ruins
Came from nothing, now they look up
When I walk in the room, I’m the proof (yeah)
Details
GeneratedFeb 1, 2026
Duration3:05
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dark, regal trap with cinematic strings and sub-heavy 808s; male vocals in a snarling, confident pocket. Verses ride a sparse, menacing groove with ticking hats and eerie choir pads; hook explodes with stacked gang vocals and distorted bass stabs. Ad-libs echo in wide stereo, creating a throne-room-meets-street-corner atmosphere that builds intensity through each chorus., raw
Credits
Prompt by
NXIR_Angel98
NXIR_Angel98ModelAria v5
Prompt
Royal Legacy Crown Empire Dynasty Prestige Elite Prime Sovereign Noble Hustle Grind Drip Trap Flex Raw Grit Chaos Vice Bloodline
No handouts, just hard nights Came from nothing, now they watch, rap
