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')
Style
raphigh-energy club-rap bangermale vocals; big sidechained synthssub-heavy groovechopped 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.motivationalhip hop
Prompt
Motivational song for an MMA fighter, DJ style, rap, hip hop
Credits
Prompt byFreshVibe832
GeneratedMar 24, 2026
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