

Prompt / Lyrics
[Chorus] Stay unapologetic, bitch, I meant that shit I don’t owe you nothin’, I was built like this (gang, gang) Do what I gotta do, I ain’t ask permission If they talk about me, that just prove I’m winnin’ (yeah, yeah) Stay unapologetic, I don’t take that back If I said it, then I said it, put it on my back (on God) Do what I gotta do, get it how I live If they don’t like how I move, they can eat my dick (fuck ’em) [Verse 1] I was broke, stomach touchin’, had to flip that pack Now I’m thumbin’ through it, rubber bands, fuck a stack (gang) Had to cut some people off, they was dead weight You ain’t tryna risk shit, get the fuck up out my way I ain’t tryna be your hero, I ain’t tryna save I’m just tryna feed my people, keep ’em out the grave If I gotta kick a door, then the door get kicked If I gotta hit a lick, then the lick get hit (bitch) [Chorus] Stay unapologetic, bitch, I meant that shit I don’t owe you nothin’, I was built like this (built like this) Do what I gotta do, I ain’t ask permission If they talk about me, that just prove I’m winnin’ (let ’em talk) Stay unapologetic, I don’t take that back If I said it, then I said it, put it on my back (yeah) Do what I gotta do, get it how I live If they don’t like how I move, they can eat my dick (ayy, fuck ’em) [Verse 2] Mama prayin’ that I chill, but the rent due Street talk say I’m wild, that’s what pain do Everybody got advice ’til the pipe out Everybody disappear when the lights out (where they go?) Judge me, but you never had your phone off Never had to hit the plug when it broke off Never had to play the muscle and the brain too I ain’t ask you for respect, I just came through (bitch) [Chorus] Stay unapologetic, bitch, I meant that shit I don’t owe you nothin’, I was built like this (gang, gang) Do what I gotta do, I ain’t ask permission If they talk about me, that just prove I’m winnin’ (keep talkin’) Stay unapologetic, I don’t take that back If I said it, then I said it, put it on my back (on me) Do what I gotta do, get it how I live If they don’t like how I move, they can eat my dick (gang shit)
Tags
rap, Hard Memphis trap banger, 148 BPM, distorted 808s and skittering hi-hats, eerie bell loop and grimy synth bass. Male vocals: low, gritty, airy rasp with stacked gang vocals on the hook. Verses punchy and aggressive, leaving space for ad-libs and crowd shouts. Hook explodes with call-and-response energy, heavy sub emphasis, and stuttered drops on key lines., hip hop, low
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1/24/2026