Prompt / Lyrics
Just a youngin from da stop u kno i got dem bands now n***** hatin on me so we gotta kill yo mans now got bout 3 hours u betta come n get yo mans now Tell me how u feel knowing dat yo bitch in my benz Like oh my god who dat is Look like dat one ni*** dat owe me sum bills Oh naw Blood gon spill Tony said is bout time we go hit a drill kno da deal Came from Eastwood murdaworth ak da field Yea we here Dont come to my hood cus we shoot u in yo hip Den we dip Sed u wanna ride along punch u in yo lip How u feel Wtf u thought dis was ni*** you kid Sed he is Boy you cappin’, you ain’t built like this Talkin’ crazy on the net but you ain’t in the mix When it’s time to stand tall, you don’t exist I’m legit Came up hungry, now the whole team lit Used to post on the block, now we takin’ trips From the stoop to the stage, made a lane from grit How you mad? I was broke, now I’m poppin’ them tags Used to pray for a win, now I’m poppin’ my bag Every loss that I took, turned it into a bag Oh you tough? Why you freeze when the pressure get rough? I was down bad, had to tighten it up Now the same ones that doubt tryna line it up No more plays I ain’t stuck in them old dark days Put the pain in the booth, let it echo for days Now the crowd scream loud when they hear my name From the field Had to hustle, had to make it real Eastwood nights, yeah that pain was real Now it’s bright lights, big checks, big deals You kid Thought the grind was a joke we did I was ten toes down when it all went dim Now I shine so hard, make the whole room squint Bands now They like “how he get them bands now?” Same hunger, just a bigger plan now Same youngin’, just the man now
Tags
rap, hip hop, trap
Duration
1:40
Instrumental
No
Created
2/22/2026