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[Verse 1]
Knife flash
Heat rise
Ticket line long like lies
They talk big on the timeline
But never stepped in this fire
I got burns on my hands
From believing in plans
Turn the rumor mill spinning
Into cinnamon on the yams
They call me overrated
Say my talent overstated
Cool
I’ll take every word that they stated
And serve it back plated, upgraded
Hate in the comments
I print it, fold it
Slip it in my sleeve
Seasoning for my conscience
[Chorus]
Pressure into plating, I thrive in the burn (yeah)
Hate into hunger, that’s fuel for the turn
Chef VIP, got a table to earn
Cook my pain into power, watch the flame learn
Pressure into plating, I sharpen my name
Whispers in the dark, I baste ’em in shame
Chef VIP, see the gold on the frame
I was fed all that doubt, turned it all into fame (uh)
[Verse 2]
I remember washing dishes
Clocked in, big wishes
Manager laughing in the back
Now I’m back with the critics on the hit list
They said, “You’ll never run the room”
Cool, I turned that to a roux
Slow stir, deep color
Now the sauce stick different when it’s true
Every side-eye glance
Is a side dish chance
Turn a cold shoulder
To a cold-smoked lamb
I plate my scars like garnish
Every flaw now flawless
If they ain’t talking? I’d be worried
Silence means I lost my target
[Chorus]
Pressure into plating, I thrive in the burn (woah)
Hate into hunger, that’s fuel for the turn
Chef VIP, got a table to earn
Cook my pain into power, watch the flame learn
Pressure into plating, I sharpen my name
Whispers in the dark, I baste ’em in shame
Chef VIP, see the gold on the frame
I was fed all that doubt, turned it all into fame (hey)
[Bridge]
Let ’em talk, I’m tasting every word (every word)
Stir it in the stock, that’s the secret herb (secret herb)
Reservation list like a revenge curve
Only seats for the ones who said I’d never serve
[Chorus]
Pressure into plating, I thrive in the burn
Hate into hunger, that’s fuel for the turn
Chef VIP, got a table to earn
Cook my pain into power, watch the flame learn
Pressure into plating, I sharpen my name
Whispers in the dark, I baste ’em in shame
Chef VIP, see the gold on the frame
I was fed all that doubt, turned it all into fame
Details
GeneratedFeb 9, 2026
Duration2:35
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dark, triumphant trap-rap with swagger; heavy tuned 808s, crisp hi-hats, and eerie piano stabs. Verses tight and punchy, male vocals with confident, close-mic delivery; hook explodes with layered chant-style doubles and ad-libs. Occasional riser sweeps into drops, sub hitting hard on bar one of each hook to make the punchlines land.
Credits
Prompt by
OneWishForWealth222
OneWishForWealth222ModelAria v5
Prompt
Rap about using pressure and hate to fuel me for the journey as a chef vip
