Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah Global Uh (mmm, yeah) [Chorus] Worldwide, I don’t need a map Whole globe in a Louis strap Brown skin, every shade, we snap Every hood, every block, that’s that From the Southside up to Shanghai Gold teeth, hijab, baby hair tied We don’t fit in, we redefine Worldwide, every culture in the same bloodline (hey!) [Verse 1] Got braids down, edges on fleet Abuela in the kitchen, turn the gram to a feast Hot sauce purse-size, I’m ready to eat From the block to the souq, yeah, we deep in the street Curry on the stove, plantain in the pan Pho steam on the glass, write my name with my hand Grandma pray in Spanish, auntie pray in Malay Different tongues, same tears when the rent late Bodega cat guardin’ the scratch-offs Corner boys whip work, then log on their laptops Hood kids do calculus on the cracked tops Turn ramen to risotto in the trap pots [Chorus] Worldwide, I don’t need a map Whole globe in a Louis strap Brown skin, every shade, we snap Every hood, every block, that’s that From the Southside up to Shanghai Gold teeth, hijab, baby hair tied We don’t fit in, we redefine Worldwide, every culture in the same bloodline [Verse 2] Black girl magic with a side of tajín Mango on my tongue, still chasin’ a dream Tía light the sage, Imam say a dua Halal food truck parked next to the ropa Chopsticks tappin’ on a styrofoam lid Adobo on my fingers while I’m helpin’ the kids Earrings say “blessed,” nails say “paid” Visa page full, but I came from the shade From the cyphers in the Bronx to the barrios From the call to the prayer to karaoke in Tokyo Kente with a kimono, drip so rare Line up so fresh, incense in the air [Chorus] Worldwide, I don’t need a map Whole globe in a Louis strap Brown skin, every shade, we snap Every hood, every block, that’s that From the Southside up to Shanghai Gold teeth, hijab, baby hair tied We don’t fit in, we redefine Worldwide, every culture in the same bloodline (worldwide) [Verse 3] I say “qué lo qué,” then I slide, “what’s good?” Ammi fryin’ samosas, mama straight from the hood Uncle talk revolution over rice and beans Lola countin’ her rosary, protectin’ my dreams Gold hoop earrings, eyeliner sharp Henna on my hand, still clutchin’ my heart Kimchi in the fridge next to collard greens We the future that they fear on the TV screens Passport thick, but my pockets was thin We was splittin’ one plate, now we split dividends From the cypher in the sand to the subway show Same beat in the chest, that’s a cardio glow [Bridge] From the block to the bazaar (yeah) From the stoop to the star (uh) Same scars, same bars Same prayers in the dark (pray) From the hood to the harbor We just tryna go farther Different flags, same armor Same grind, same hunger (let’s go) [Verse 4] Hookah smoke swirl by the corner store sign Churros in a bag, kids dancin’ in line Hijabi in some Js, hoop dreams in her eyes Shorty from the projects wearin’ hanbok ties Salsa steps over subway tracks Afrobeats blast in a rice shop back We mix slang like we mix our stew “Ni hao, mi gente,” yeah, that’s my crew Hair wrap, durag, silk press, fade We all line up for the same upgrade From Lagos to Lima to Queens in the snow If you know, then you know, that’s global glow (yeah) [Chorus] Worldwide, I don’t need a map Whole
Tags
rap, Melodic world-trap banger with female vocals; bright, detuned bell lead and airy flute over dark, sliding bass and crisp trap drums. Verses switch cadences and languages with swagger; hook explodes with layered harmonies and call-and-response ad-libs. Subby low-end and wide stereo claps keep clubs rattling while subtle vocal chops and ethnic percussion sprinkle global flavor., hip hop, melodious
Duration
3:41
Instrumental
No
Created
3/13/2026