

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Walk in swingin' Head up, chin tucked Hand-wrapped lion Heart never gives up (yeah) [Verse 1] Blood on the canvas But that’s just paint They call it pressure I call it saints Prayin’ for my downfall Same ones faint When they see me stand tall Ain’t built to break Sweat drip, round three Still breathin' fine He swing, I slip See it all in his eyes He doubt, I don’t We cut from two cuts He lookin' for a door I’m lockin' it shut (hey!) [Chorus] I’m a cage-made king, I was born in the grind If I fall to my knees, I get up every time You can swing, you can swing, you can swing, hit nothin' Hands up, chin down, I’m comin' War in my chest, I’m alive in the pain Put the world on my back, I can carry that weight You can swing, you can swing, you can swing, hit nothin' Hands up, chin down, I’m comin' (I’m comin') [Verse 2] Cut man yellin' “You good?” I’m great All these doubts in my ear I turn ‘em to flames Clock keep tickin' I talk to the time “Give me one more shot” It give me that sign Walk to the center Feet light, mind cold Coach say “breathe” I already know This is everything I missed Every night, no sleep Every “you ain’t got it” Now they watchin' me eat (let’s go) [Chorus] I’m a cage-made king, I was born in the grind If I fall to my knees, I get up every time You can swing, you can swing, you can swing, hit nothin' Hands up, chin down, I’m comin' War in my chest, I’m alive in the pain Put the world on my back, I can carry that weight You can swing, you can swing, you can swing, hit nothin' Hands up, chin down, I’m comin' (I’m comin') [Bridge] Round after round I don’t fade, I evolve Put my back to the fence I’ll still find my resolve When the cut gets deep I just tighten my jaw Only thing I ever fear Is wastin' my shot (nah) [Chorus] I’m a cage-made king, I was born in the grind If I fall to my knees, I get up every time You can swing, you can swing, you can swing, hit nothin' Hands up, chin down, I’m comin' War in my chest, I’m alive in the pain Put the world on my back, I can carry that weight You can swing, you can swing, you can swing, hit nothin' Hands up, chin down, I’m comin' (yeah, I’m comin')
Tags
rap, High-energy club-rap banger, male vocals; big sidechained synths, sub-heavy groove, chopped crowd chants. Verses tight and aggressive with stuttered ad-libs; hook explodes with wide stereo pads and layered gang vocals. Occasional stop‑drops into filtered drums before the chorus slams back in., motivational, hip hop
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3/24/2026