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
Style
rapmelodic world-trap banger with female vocals; brightdetuned bell lead and airy flute over darksliding 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 hopmelodious
Prompt
rap, trap, hip hop, 8K AUDIO, catchy melodious international melody, four verses, five minute song, female, black culture, Hispanic culture, Middle Eastern culture, Asian culture, cultural punchlines
Credits
Prompt byShadowNoon
GeneratedMar 13, 2026
ModelAria v5
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