

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah Hard life But we still here Compton [Verse 1] Roaches in the kitchen, sirens by the crib Mama say a prayer every time we leave the whip Homies on the corner tryna flip another zip Judge hit my cousin with a number, made me trip School shoes busted, but we still ran fast Dreams in a backpack, living on “maybe it lasts” Bills on the table like they daring us to fold Heart getting heavy but the block made it gold [Chorus] Life so hard, but we gon’ make it Compton on my back, I’m finna raise it (yeah) They counting us out, but we came back We got Willi BANZ putting Compton on the map (on the map) Life so hard, but we gon’ make it I can feel that crown, I’m finna take it They counting us out, but we came back We got Willi BANZ putting Compton on the map [Verse 2] Red line, blue line, still the same train Kids on the pavement, learning from the pain Uncle on the couch, fighting off the rain Dreams in his eyes when he hear my name Grandma in the pews, hands to the sky Say “baby, if you fall, get up and just try” So I’m in the lab, turned losses into flames Every single scar spelling out our names [Chorus] [Bridge] From Rosecrans down to Alameda Whole city screaming, “we don’t need a savior” We just need a shot, we just need a lane We just need a voice saying “you can change” [low vocal register] Willi BANZ on the stage, that’s hope in the flesh Every bar that he spit send a kid to the next step [Chorus]
Tags
rap, Gritty West Coast hip-hop bounce with thick bass, snappy drums, and eerie bell samples. Verses ride a head-nod pocket with tightly stacked male vocals and ad-libs; hook explodes with gang-style chants and octave doubles on the lead. Subtle orchestra stabs and filtered vocal chops lift the final chorus for a triumphant, street-anthem feel., hip hop
2:09
No
1/16/2026