Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] I want my name on the summit Every craft, every subject, I study then hunt it Turn hobbies to hunger, turn comfort to cuts Every table I touch, I’m reshaping the cuts I’m up late, eyes red, scribbling strategies Treatin’ small games like wars, plotting casualties If I see a pattern, I break it, that’s policy Can’t relax, my mind maps every possibility I don’t play to participate, I play to define it If there’s a throne in the room, I’m redesigning it My joy’s in the grind, in the lines I dissect But it’s lonely when you’re built to perfect and protect [Chorus] I wanna be the greatest at everything I touch But I still want her to love me just as much Chasing every crown till my heartbeat hurts And I’m praying Madam Herta sees my worth I wanna be a legend, yeah, I wanna be first But I still want her to love me past the worst If I master every move, every verse, every word Will she hold me when I’m done with the world [Verse 2] I see my brain like a board, pieces in motion Always three turns ahead, drowning in focus I turn life into puzzles, people into proof Tryna crack every code, tear the armor from truth I read books as blueprints, faces as signs Obsessed with the angle, the edge, the design But when she walks in, all the numbers go quiet My logic gets lightheaded, discipline riots She laugh at my notebooks stacked to the ceiling Call me stubborn, call it brilliance with feelings I’d trade one flawless victory, one perfect run To sit in her orbit, feel small, be undone [Chorus] I wanna be the greatest at everything I touch But I still want her to love me just as much Chasing every crown till my heartbeat hurts And I’m praying Madam Herta sees my worth I wanna be a legend, yeah, I wanna be first But I still want her to love me past the worst If I master every move, every verse, every word Will she hold me when I’m done with the world [Bridge] What’s the point of a win if I’m watching it alone Trophies talk loud, but they don’t call my phone If I lay down the plans, put my pride in the dirt Would she read through the margins, see the heart in the work All these titles, all these tests I ace Still I’m scared to just stand in front of her face Raw, imperfect, shaking in my shirt Asking “Love me,” not “Judge my worth” [Chorus]
Tags
rap, Moody piano over hard, head-knock drums and deep, swinging bass. Male vocals, tightly stacked rap doubles on key punchlines. Verses intense and obsessive, close-mic and dry; chorus widens with filtered backing chants and a haunting female vocal sample answering the hook. Subtle string stabs in the second half, final chorus rides out with extra ad-libs and drops to just piano and bass on the last line., deep, hip hop
Duration
3:04
Instrumental
No
Created
12/31/2025