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Lyrics
[Intro]
Gold grill grin
Sun on chrome
Dust on kicks
I built this home
[Verse 1]
I came from cracked tile floors
Late bus, long walks, sore feet, closed doors
Now it’s high-rise views, old shoes framed
Every crease in the leather like a last name
Mom packed leftovers in a coffee jar
Said “baby, every mile you walk is a car”
Now valet knows me by the stitch on my sleeve
Tip good, talk small, then I leave
[Chorus]
I’m too sharp for a small-time box
Whole life doing math on the locks
Blueprint brain in a beat-up coat
Turn doubt to a castle brick by quote
Sophisticated grind, well-thought plot
Every setback saved in a mental vault
I don’t chase what everybody else got
I design new lanes, let the copycats talk (let ’em talk)
[Verse 2]
I treat my temper like a boardroom vote
Count to ten, then I clean my throat
Walk from a fight that would stain my suit
Aim for the summit, not the dispute
Calendar packed, but my soul on pace
Keep one quiet friend that can call my face
If I ever start flexing more than I grow
He’ll pull up, windows down, say “bro… slow”
[Chorus]
I’m too sharp for a small-time box
Whole life doing math on the locks
Blueprint brain in a beat-up coat
Turn doubt to a castle brick by quote
Sophisticated grind, well-thought plot
Every setback saved in a mental vault
I don’t chase what everybody else got
I design new lanes, let the copycats talk (yeah, let ’em talk)
[Bridge]
I don’t rush what I want to last
Read the room, then I move right past
If it don’t add depth, then it’s dead weight, drop
If it don’t build peace, then it ain’t top crop
[Chorus]
I’m too sharp for a small-time box
Whole life doing math on the locks
Blueprint brain in a beat-up coat
Turn doubt to a castle brick by quote
Sophisticated grind, well-thought plot
Every setback saved in a mental vault
I don’t chase what everybody else got
I design new lanes, let the copycats talk (copycats talk)
Details
GeneratedJan 20, 2026
Duration2:18
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Hybrid west coast trap-phonk banger: swung drums, rubbery sub bass and distorted reese, funky bass-house stabs, glossy pop chords, and aggressive violin lead lines that double the hook. Male vocals with a confident underground edge; verses ride a classic west-coast bounce, choruses explode with layered chant backing and thrash-influenced energy shifts. Occasional tape-stop transitions and filtered intros lift into full-spectrum drops., sophisticated, bassline, underground hip hop, pop, beats, violin
Credits
Prompt by
BiScotti
BiScottiModelAria v5
Prompt
Sophisticated and well thought, upbeat and violin hiphop, west coast, pop, rap, phonk, trap, beats, bassline, bass house, old school thrash, underground hip hop
