Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah Told you we’d make it This for the family All of us [Verse 1] Used to split one plate three ways Now we order what we want Leave change Worked late Same hoodie Same fade Prayed hard Turned the stress into game First call I made Hit momma phone Said "Pack one bag You ain’t goin’ home" We pullin’ up past gates Big stone Her name on that deed in gold tone [Chorus] Momma got the mansion Sister got the Benz Baby momma good Son iced to the end Whole hood watchin’ like "There he go again" I finally got the bag Now I’m breakin’ off my friends Momma got the mansion Sister got the Benz Baby momma good Son iced to the end Hands to the sky I ain’t goin’ back again I finally got the bag Now I’m breakin’ off my kin [Verse 2] Sis used to Uber Now she push start Red leather seats match her big heart Told her "Pick a color Any That part" She laughin’ with the key fob Can’t park Baby momma stressed while I chased checks Held me down when the bank said "next" Now we out front store with the big flex Car seat shine with the same gold neck Lil man shoes cost more than my rent did Show him both worlds Every time I visit "All this yours if you stand on business" He just smile like "Daddy We did it" [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] We ain’t rich ‘til the fam all fed We ain’t up ‘til the tears all shed Bought ‘em things But I bought ‘em peace Bought ‘em nights where they finally sleep [Chorus]
Tags
Triumphant modern trap anthem, mid-tempo bounce. Deep, round bass and crisp hi-hats under swaggering male vocals. Verse rides sparse, dark keys and muted pads, then chorus widens with bright synth plucks, stacked hooks, and ad-lib hype. Second half brings subtle choir pads and a filtered breakdown before the final hook punches back in.
Duration
2:38
Language
English
Instrumental
No
Created
12/25/2025