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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Still here
They tried to close up shop on me
I just kicked that doorstop deeper in (woo)
[Verse 1]
Calendar full, but my hunger got room
Talk cheap online, in the booth it go mute
I was eating cold rice on a late rent notice
Now I’m signing three checks just to stay focused
Half of y’all post, other half don’t do
I was outside, rain jacket, worn shoes
Now the same last name on a corner office plate
They asking for a seat, I’m just dragging in a crate (yeah)
[Chorus]
Rap, rap, that’s my day job
Same hoodie, same pen, made the place pop
Turn one late check into a pay stub stack
All I really ever did was rap, rap, rap
Rap, rap, that’s my face card
They know the voice ’fore they ever see the name tag
Turn one closed door to a wave that crashed
All I really ever did was rap, rap, rap
[Verse 2]
Two missed calls from the past I escaped
“Can we talk?” nah, all that talk came late
I remember group chats where my name got joked
Now they quote my old lines like a Sunday note
Mama in the front row, tears in her hands
She remember three jobs, couldn’t cover one plan
Now it’s first class seat, little blanket on her lap
She laugh, “baby, all this from that rap, rap, rap?”
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 28, 2025
Duration1:38
LanguageTL
Style
rap, Aggressive East Coast rap banger, male vocals. Gritty drum groove, detuned piano stabs, and a dirty sub bass holding a menacing pocket. Verses stay tight and punchy with ad-libs tucked back; hook explodes with layered chant vocals and a distorted vocal double. Sparse FX—reverse hits and filtered drops to reset energy before each chorus.
Credits
Prompt byXenialLoop625
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Rap, rap
