Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah From the block to Wakanda We talk it how we live it Listen [Verse 1] They said we came from the trees I said we came from the kings Gold on my neck, history Still in my blood when it swings They labeled “monkey” and worse We turned that joke to a crown Turned every slur to a verse Made every chain break down Planet of apes, that’s us But genius stuck in the cage They scared of drums in our pulse They scared of glow when we rage Harambe died for the memes We died and barely a word Still, we survive every scene Turn every wound to a word [Chorus] [Male] Playas and pimps on the pave Still got the world tryna copy our wave (yeah) Call us whatever, we made it a cape We turnin’ that shame to a shape of escape (woah) [Female] Queens on the porch in they braids Laugh while they call us the names that they made (ha) Monkey or menace, we still gettin’ paid We swing through the jungle and walk in the shade [Verse 2] They had us stuck on the stoop Callin’ us porch for a joke We took that porch to a booth Now every word gon’ provoke Wakanda drums in my chest Vibranium heart when it thumps You see a threat in my steps I see a throne in my strut Simps in the back with the hate Playas in front with the grace Pimps of the pain that we take Flip it to power and taste You see a monkey in chains I see a god in the frame I see a family of flames Burnin’ right out of the shame [Chorus] [Male] Playas and pimps on the pave Still got the world tryna copy our wave (copy our wave) Call us whatever, we made it a cape We turnin’ that shame to a shape of escape (yeah) [Female] Queens on the porch in they braids Laugh while they call us the names that they made (names that they made) Monkey or menace, we still gettin’ paid We swing through the jungle and walk in the shade (walk in the shade) [Bridge] From the zoo to the throne From the porch to the sky (to the sky) If you hate what we own Why you dressin’ like I? From the meme to the march From the joke to the art (yeah) Turn that spit in our face To a spark in our heart [Chorus] [Male] Playas and pimps on the pave Still got the world tryna copy our wave Call us whatever, we made it a cape We turnin’ that shame to a shape of escape [Female] Queens on the porch in they braids Laugh while they call us the names that they made Monkey or menace, we still gettin’ paid We swing through the jungle and walk in the shade (yeah)
Tags
rap, Hard-edged Southern trap beat with eerie bell leads and 808 slides, mid-tempo. Verses delivered in sharp, rhythmic flows; hook alternates male and female vocals in a playful call-and-response pattern. Ad-libs tucked wide in the stereo field, with dark choir pads in the hook for a slightly cinematic “Wakanda” feel., hip hop
Duration
2:19
Instrumental
No
Created
3/3/2026