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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Mm
Look
[Verse 1]
Came from a one-room crib
Fridge light, half shelf
Mama said "pray 'bout it"
I just went and bet on myself
Hand-me-downs, same old fit
Still walked like custom cloth
They was tryna clown my kicks
Now they studyin' how I walk
Never had a silver thing
Had lint, had loose change
Turned every little doubt
To pressure, then to blue flame
They was steady callin' me
Crazy, now they quote the scheme
They was tryna box me in
I broke through a concrete ceiling
[Chorus]
I turned pain into profit (yeah)
Turned loss into logic (woo)
Every scar in my pocket
Every "no" in my wallet
I got goals on the dashboard
Got the past in the rearview
If you hate from the back row
I don't even hear you
I turned pain into profit (profit)
Turned loss into logic (logic)
If it ain't 'bout the progress
I ain't in that topic
[Verse 2]
Never had a safety net
Only had late fees, stress
Letters on the kitchen desk
Red ink, bold text
I was doin' math like
"How we keep the lights on?"
Now the numbers do a dance
Every time the mic on
Friends did a fadeaway
Couldn't take the slow grind
Funny how they circle back
Askin' for a cosign
I just keep the circle small
Day ones, same few
If we never shared the hunger
You can't share the debut
[Bridge]
Who gon' ride when the tank on E? (who?)
Who gon' slide when it's just those three? (three)
When the plate too small and the rent too tall
Tell me, who believed in the fall, in the free?
[Chorus]
I turned pain into profit (uh)
Turned loss into logic (yeah)
Every scar in my pocket
Every "no" in my wallet
I got goals on the dashboard
Got the past in the rearview
If you hate from the back row
I don't even hear you
I turned pain into profit (profit)
Turned loss into logic (logic)
If it ain't 'bout the progress
I ain't in that topic
Details
GeneratedJan 21, 2026
Duration2:16
LanguageTurkish
Style
rap, Dark melodic trap-rap, mid-tempo bounce. Detuned bells over a hypnotic piano loop, 808s hitting in the chest, tight hi-hats with occasional triplet flares. Verses sit dry and upfront with male vocals, subtle auto-tune on melodic moments. Hook explodes with stacked ad-libs and a simple, chantable refrain. Sparse atmospheric pads in the bridge to open space, then drums slam back in for the final chorus., hip hop
Credits
Prompt by
DJ_Miguel01
DJ_Miguel01ModelAria v5
Prompt
rap, hip hop, trap
