Track · May 12, 2026 · English

Middle Fingers Up

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Duration

3:03

Language

English

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

They counted me out

I kept the receipt

Back to the wall

Still sharp on my feet

Cold on my name

But I do not fold

I got a fire

You can’t control

Used to talk low

Now I walk in loud

Hands full of dreams

And I wear them proud

Every fake smile

Every sideways stare

I turned that pressure

Into gold out here

[Pre-Chorus]

Say less

Watch me move

All that doubt

I outgrew

Say my name

I don’t flinch

I came up

On my own strength

[Chorus]

Everyone who doubting me

Middle fingers up

Everyone who doubting me

I’m still standing tough

Still standing up

Middle fingers up

Tell ’em I won’t break

Middle fingers up

Watch me take my place

Everyone who doubting me

Middle fingers up

[Verse 2]

They wanted small talk

I brought facts

They left a crack

I built right back

No handout

No lucky turn

I took the heat

And I let it burn

Now they see me

At the front of the line

Clean on the rise

With a crooked grin shine

No do-over

No second guess

I made my mark

Out of pure distress

[Pre-Chorus]

Say less

Watch me move

All that doubt

I outgrew

Say my name

I don’t flinch

I came up

On my own strength

[Chorus]

Everyone who doubting me

Middle fingers up

Everyone who doubting me

I’m still standing tough

Still standing up

Middle fingers up

Tell ’em I won’t break

Middle fingers up

Watch me take my place

Everyone who doubting me

Middle fingers up

[Bridge]

I heard the whispers

I felt the weight

Tried to box me in

Too little, too late

Now I’m the warning

Now I’m the proof

You threw shade at me

I turned it to fuel

[Chorus]

Everyone who doubting me

Middle fingers up

Everyone who doubting me

I’m still standing tough

Still standing up

Middle fingers up

Tell ’em I won’t break

Middle fingers up

Watch me take my place

Everyone who doubting me

Middle fingers up

Style

female rap with a hard-hitting mid-tempo trap grooveswung hi-hats and punchy 808 knocks; verse rides sparse drums and a nasty bass pulsepre-chorus tightens with filtered snares and rising tensionchorus drops with stacked doubles and shouted ad-libs. add reverse swells into the hooka stop-start break before the last chorusand sharp delay throws on the chant. crispaggressivebright-forward mix with a gritty low end.rapenglish

Prompt

Everyone who doubting me , middle fingers up female , rap

Credits

Prompt by

RichCrown590

GeneratedMay 12, 2026

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