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Lyrics
[Verse]
Scars on my knuckles, the story they tell,
Fist fought the devil, dragged him back to his hell.
Pain in my chest, but my heart never fell,
Dirt under nails, climbed out of my cell.
[Verse 2]
Woke with a hangover, mind in the fog,
Life hit me harder than a backstreet brawl.
Came from the bottom, no champagne or applause,
But the hunger kept me moving, teeth clenched through the claws.
[Chorus]
From the dirt to the stars, see the rise in my veins,
Every scar on my body is the proof of the pain.
Keep the bassline heavy, let it echo my name,
Turn the struggle into glory, never playing it tame.
[Verse 3]
Hood full of whispers, streets wrote the script,
Had to flip the odds, make the broken parts fit.
Dreams so distant, but my aim don't miss,
Turned my flaws into armor, now they call me legit.
[Bridge]
Bass in my chest, feel the world start to quake,
Every rhyme a reminder of the risks I take.
Chains can't hold me, no rules I can't break,
From a cracked foundation, a king I create.
[Verse 4]
Eyes on the throne, but my feet in the grime,
Never bought the crown, man, I earned it with time.
Blood on my hands, sweat turning to shine,
From scars to stars, yeah, the struggle is mine.
Details
GeneratedJun 21, 2025
Duration2:09
LanguageEnglish
Style
male vocals, heavy bass, gritty, rap
Credits
Prompt byOvertoneTribal628
ModelAria v4
Prompt
Big merks bars tell the story of the scars and pain and preserving while rising to fame, hangover rap style with a lot of bass, rap
