

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Born in the field, but I’m forged like a field marshal Chain on the neck turned charm, that’s a real reversal Cotton in the hand, now it’s cashmere in the condo Used to pick white, now we headline in Toronto Whip in they hands, now the whip in the driveway Took what was driven on backs, made it our highway Auction block talk, now we block out stocks Turned “sold for a dollar” to gettin’ sold-out spots They tried to brand us, now the brand worth millions They tried to break us, now we break glass ceilings Read us as property, never read us as prophets Now the only book they study is the way that we profit [Chorus] We came from chains to chains on the dresser (yeah) Turned all that pressure to diamond investor From back of the bus to the front of the ledger Iron in our veins, every letter a lecture We made that pain into paintings and anthems Every last lash turned to laps that we ran in From field to the throne, that’s a hell of a spectrum We bend but don’t break, and they still can’t forget us (yeah) [Verse 2] Great-great hands in the dirt, mine on a business plan Used to divide us in fractions, now we the bigger brand Auctioneer yellin’ our price, now we set the fee Plantation plots turned plots in a movie scene They took our drums, now the drums run the planet Stole our tongue, now the tongue make the canon “Boy” in they mouth, now it’s “Sir” in the email From counted as cattle to counted in retail From “don’t you read” to degrees on the wall From hush in the chapel to a roar in the hall From burning our churches to tours in arenas From crop row scars to couture in the cleaners [Chorus] We came from chains to chains on the dresser (yeah) Turned all that pressure to diamond investor From back of the bus to the front of the ledger Iron in our veins, every letter a lecture We made that pain into paintings and anthems Every last lash turned to laps that we ran in From field to the throne, that’s a hell of a spectrum We bend but don’t break, and they still can’t forget us (yeah) [Bridge] From the root to the roof, we rise From the bruise to the suit and ties From the “stay in your place” to the stage and the prize Made a whole new world from the hurt in our eyes (oh) [Chorus] We came from chains to chains on the dresser (yeah) Turned all that pressure to diamond investor From back of the bus to the front of the ledger Iron in our veins, every letter a lecture We made that pain into paintings and anthems Every last lash turned to laps that we ran in From field to the throne, that’s a hell of a spectrum We bend but don’t break, and they still can’t forget us (yeah, yeah)
Tags
rap, Velvety East-Coast-meets-trap bounce; swung hi-hats and thick sub lines under warm Rhodes and filtered soul sample. Verses double-time yet laid-back, black male vocals with nimble internal rhymes; hook widens with stacked harmonies and subtle gospel pads, bass surging harder each chorus for a victorious, chest-thumping lift., smooth
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4/2/2026