

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Used to count change on the bus seat Share one meal, split it like a must-eat Holes in my shoes, rain in my socks Dreams in my head, all I had in stock Landlord knock, mama say "we praying" Fridge light bright, but it stayed vacant Hand-me-down shirt, tag still ripped Only thing fresh was the hope on my lips [Chorus] From rags to riches, I stitched my story Blood on the laces, now I walk in glory They ain't see the nights, they just see the ice Paid for every shine with a sacrifice From rags to riches, I flipped that pain Turned every closed door to a household name If they want the truth, better read these stitches Every scar on my skin screaming rags to riches (yeah) [Verse 2] I was writing verses in a broke phone screen Cracks on the glass like lines on a scene Had to skip sleep, clock in, then clock out Practice on breaks, rap soft, no shout Homies fell off, some folded, some stayed Some got caged, some laid in the grave I kept going, even when my faith thin Last in the line, still swore I'd win [Chorus] From rags to riches, I stitched my story Blood on the laces, now I walk in glory They ain't see the nights, they just see the ice Paid for every shine with a sacrifice From rags to riches, I flipped that pain Turned every closed door to a household name If they want the truth, better read these stitches Every scar on my skin screaming rags to riches (oh) [Bridge] I remember couches, now it's condos I remember quiet, now it's packed shows Same old soul, just a new position Still that kid that believed in the vision (believed in the vision) [Chorus] From rags to riches, I stitched my story Blood on the laces, now I walk in glory They ain't see the nights, they just see the ice Paid for every shine with a sacrifice From rags to riches, I flipped that pain Turned every closed door to a household name If they want the truth, better read these stitches Every scar on my skin screaming rags to riches
Tags
rap, Grimy boom-bap drums with a thick sub bass foundation and sparse piano stabs, male vocals locked in a mid-tempo pocket. Verses start almost spoken, then rise into sharper double-time bursts. Hook explodes with layered gang vocals and a pitched vocal chop shadowing the main line. Subtle vinyl crackle and distant crowd chants creep in by the final chorus for a triumphant, street-anthem feel.
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2/15/2026