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[Intro]
Yeah
Late nights
One shot
Watch this
[Verse 1]
I was on the bench, same jersey, different mission
They were talking dreams, I was talking repetition
Every miss replayed in my head, slow motion
Turned every brick that I laid into devotion
Up early, lights off, lungs burn
They sleep, I sweat, my turn
You pray for the moment, I plan for it
You hope for a lane, I ran toward it (hey!)
[Chorus]
Black Mamba mentality
I don’t fold, I don’t break, that’s reality
Whole world on my back, that’s a salary
I turn pain into points, that’s my alchemy
Black Mamba mentality
Cut deep, cold eyes, that’s fatality
If I said I’mma win, that’s a fact to me
I don’t need your applause, just a challenge, please
[Verse 2]
Hands cracked up from the work, still I’m lacing
You just want the crowd, I just want the foundation
They cheer for the shot, I’m addicted to the drill
Same move, thousand times, till it hit how I feel
Miss? Then I’m back to the spot, reset
Scoreboard lying if I ain’t bled yet
Legacy ain’t luck, that’s layers
Built from every lonely night and quiet prayer (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
Black Mamba mentality
I don’t fold, I don’t break, that’s reality
Whole world on my back, that’s a salary
I turn pain into points, that’s my alchemy
Black Mamba mentality
Cut deep, cold eyes, that’s fatality
If I said I’mma win, that’s a fact to me
I don’t need your applause, just a challenge, please
[Bridge]
Who gon’ guard me? Doubt? I cook that
Fear in my lane? I push that
Clock tick down, that’s my language
Pressure in my veins, I manage
[Chorus]
Black Mamba mentality
I don’t fold, I don’t break, that’s reality
Whole world on my back, that’s a salary
I turn pain into points, that’s my alchemy
Black Mamba mentality
Cut deep, cold eyes, that’s fatality
If I said I’mma win, that’s a fact to me
I don’t need your applause, just a challenge, please
Details
GeneratedFeb 5, 2026
Duration2:42
LanguageTL
Style
rap, Aggressive East Coast trap-leaning beat, dark piano stabs and menacing strings over hard-hitting 808s and crisp hats. Male vocals with sharp, percussive delivery; verses tight and direct. Hook explodes with layered gang vocals on the title line, subtle vocal chop answering the last bar. Final chorus rides out over filtered drums and rising synth drones for a triumphant close.
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OrganicSignal300ModelAria v5
Prompt
Black Mamba Mentality, male, rap
