

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Yeah, we grew up on the corner store chatter Milk crates, paint cans, fat marker blacker Walkman hanging from the belt, tape halfway chewed Still knew every line, every layered attitude Battle at the bus stop, circle on the tar Older heads judging who was really gonna spar Had to earn your voice, breath, timing, tone Now they read off a phone, tryna claim the throne [Chorus] Back in my day, we bled for the bar work (yeah) You can keep your clout and your star merch Gen Z talk loud, but they got nothin' on ninety Heart in the bars, every scar, every rhyme we Laced in the park, till the sky turned hazy You can keep your trends, they don’t phase me (nah) Gen Z talk loud, but they got nothin' on ninety Nothin' on ninety, nothin' on ninety (hey!) [Verse 2] We had one mic, tape hiss, house full of cousins Spittin' in the shed while the neighbours kept buzzin' Writing on receipts, school books, train seats Had to flip real pain into rough-cut heat Now it's filters, followers, dance for a hook Same four words, copy-paste, same look No story in the verse, just a brand, just a pose We were digging in the dirt, now it's diamonds on clothes [Chorus] Back in my day, we bled for the bar work (uh) You can keep your clout and your star merch Gen Z talk loud, but they got nothin' on ninety Heart in the bars, every scar, every rhyme we Laced in the park, till the sky turned hazy You can keep your trends, they don’t phase me Gen Z talk loud, but they got nothin' on ninety Nothin' on ninety, nothin' on ninety (ooh) [Bridge] We had patience, pages, patience again You got playlists, plays, but where’s the pen? We had hunger, summers spent stuck in a room You got numbers, numbers, but where’s the boom? [Chorus] Back in my day, we bled for the bar work You can keep your clout and your star merch Gen Z talk loud, but they got nothin' on ninety Heart in the bars, every scar, every rhyme we Laced in the park, till the sky turned hazy (yeah) You can keep your trends, they don’t phase me Gen Z talk loud, but they got nothin' on ninety Nothin' on ninety, nothin' on ninety (hey!)
Tags
rap, Boom-bap Australian hip hop cypher feel, male vocals. Dry punchy drums, dusty chopped soul sample, and warm bassline. Verses tight and percussive with double-time pockets; hook opens up with gang vocals and call-and-response chants. Occasional record-stop FX and subtle DJ cuts between sections; vocal sits upfront and gritty, with ad-libs tucked just behind the lead in the chorus., hip hop, australian hip hop
2:26
No
3/31/2026