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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Burnt hands
Grease on my shirt
Clocked in doubles just to cover the hurt
Ticket line yelling, chef in the weeds
Dreams on simmer while I'm chopping these greens
Late bus
Smell of smoke in my hair
Writing sixteen's on receipts in the air
They laugh like
"Bro, stay in your lane"
But I plated my pain
Turned it straight into flame
[Chorus]
Came from kitchen heat to VIP
They used to treat me like I'm nobody
All that hate, I stack it carefully
Turn that pressure into energy
From dish pit floors to balcony
Now they look up when they talk to me
If you doubt me, better hope you breathe
I use your shade as the air I need (yeah)
[Verse 2]
You was in the group chat clowning my shift
I was in the walk-in counting my gifts
Cold room, hoodie on, plotting my flips
Turned every "you can't" to the gas in my ribs
You see velvet ropes
I see oven doors
Same sweat, different set, just a higher floor
Same kid that they tossed to the back for the rush
Now I walk past, whole room hush
[Chorus]
Came from kitchen heat to VIP
They used to treat me like I'm nobody
All that hate, I stack it carefully
Turn that pressure into energy
From dish pit floors to balcony
Now they look up when they talk to me
If you doubt me, better hope you breathe
I use your shade as the air I need (oh)
[Bridge]
Say my name now, funny how it tastes
You season every rumor, I just season every plate
Still the same heart, just a different view
Your hate was the spark
I just turned it into fuel
[Chorus]
Came from kitchen heat to VIP
They used to treat me like I'm nobody
All that hate, I stack it carefully
Turn that pressure into energy
From dish pit floors to balcony
Now they look up when they talk to me
If you doubt me, better hope you breathe
I use your shade as the air I need
Details
GeneratedFeb 7, 2026
Duration2:17
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Moody, cinematic rap beat at mid-tempo; piano loop with airy pads and distant vocal chops under gritty drums and deep bass. Verses tight and confessional, male vocals leaning conversational with occasional double-time pockets. Hook opens up with stacked harmonies and subtle choir texture, energy lifting like a victory lap while staying introspective., emotional
Credits
Prompt by
OneWishForWealth222
OneWishForWealth222ModelAria v5
Prompt
Emotional rap about going from chef to vip while facing hate but using it as fuel
