

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah Long days Cold nights God on my side though (uh) [Verse 1] I was hungry, had to get it Turned a headache to a ticket Kept it quiet, kept it wicked Every loss became a mission Empty fridge, I remember Winter felt like last December Hands numb, heart tender Now my name like legal tender Still I’m walking with that metal Eyes peeled, different level Every handshake feel like trouble Every blessing came with shovels Bury old ways, dig a lane Carve my mark inside the grain If they test me, I don’t flinch Every scar already came [Chorus] I walk through the fire with God on my side If they want smoke, they can step in the line Pistol on my hip and a prayer on my mind Self-made, self-paid, I’m ready every time I walk through the fire with God on my side Hustle every day, I got too much pride If they want smoke, they can step in the light Hands up, chin up, I’m ready for the fight (yeah) [Verse 2] Couch surfing, same hoodie One plate, split the goodies Now it’s meetings, back of hoodies Still the same, don’t you push me Talk tough, I done heard that Whole block know I serve back Quiet storm in a durag Count my blessings, then I pack Keep my circle like a dot Everybody else a plot Smile wide, heart rot I can tell who really not Devil talking in my ear God stronger, I don’t steer I’ve been standing in my fear Turned that pressure into gear (skrrt) [Chorus] I walk through the fire with God on my side If they want smoke, they can step in the line Pistol on my hip and a prayer on my mind Self-made, self-paid, I’m ready every time I walk through the fire with God on my side Hustle every day, I got too much pride If they want smoke, they can step in the light Hands up, chin up, I’m ready for the fight (ready for the fight) [Bridge] Made my lane from the dirt, from the pain (from the pain) If they come for my life, better aim (better aim) I ain’t running from a threat or a name Got this armor on my soul, I’m sustained (yeah) [Chorus] I walk through the fire with God on my side If they want smoke, they can step in the line Pistol on my hip and a prayer on my mind Self-made, self-paid, I’m ready every time I walk through the fire with God on my side Hustle every day, I got too much pride If they want smoke, they can step in the light Hands up, chin up, I’m ready for the fight
Tags
rap, Gritty trap beat with heavy, distorted 808 bass and crisp rattling hats, hard-snapping snare. Male vocals, aggressive delivery with a hoarse edge; hook opens up with stacked gang vocals and subtle organ stabs. Verses stay tight and confrontational, ad-libs tucked deep for menace, occasional low choir pad in the background to hint at the spiritual angle., classic
3:04
No
4/5/2026