Lyrics
[Verse]
Started with the devil, now I’m trading on God’s tab,
Used to sell my soul, now cash my flow in Heav’n’s grab.
Doubters in the back row, whispers turn to howls,
Paid in full, lyrics clean, no receipts found foul.
[Chorus]
Run these words through dirt, still shining like glass,
Talkin’ 'bout receipts, archives deep in my past.
Hard truths cut deep like a blade that’s serrated,
Doubted I’d elevate, but the throne is upgraded.
[Verse 2]
Southside dirt roads, where the roots grow jagged,
Tried to snatch my voice, but my pen got savage.
From backstreets to gold seats, scripts unroll,
You call fiction? I call proof, my mic writes scrolls.
[Bridge]
Looked doubt in the eye, said “watch this ascent,”
Planted seeds in cement, now they crack pavement.
Receipt-check been done, whole ledger’s redeemed,
Flow dirty, but the grind got me squeaky and clean.
[Verse 3]
Keyboard warriors typing with hands all greasy,
Say I don’t own bars when my grind ain’t easy.
Flipping scriptures on beats, realer than a split flame,
Used to kneel for the devil then rose in a new lane.
[Chorus]
Run these words through dirt, still shining like glass,
Talkin’ 'bout receipts, archives deep in my past.
Hard truths cut deep like a blade that’s serrated,
Doubted I’d elevate, but the throne is upgraded.
Style
hard-hittingdeepdirty south raprapmale vocalslowgritty
Prompt
A deep low gritty hard-hitting dirty south rap about poet use to run with the devil doubters use to doubt now I'm upper level doubted the lyrics I saying they aren't mine read the receipts paid n full
Credits
Prompt by
Poet419
Poet419GeneratedApr 13, 2025
ModelAria v4
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