Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Woke up 5 a.m.
Hands taped, jaw clenched
Twenty on the ID
Feeling forty in the bench press
Heavy bag swingin’
Old scars, fresh stress
Mama say “go college”
Coach say “protect chest”
Jab in the mirror
Shadowbox my regrets
Hood dreams on the dresser
Right next to unpaid debts
Skipping on concrete
Sneaks split at the seams
Sweat drip on the gravel
That’s how you baptize dreams
[Chorus]
I ain’t in the ring yet, but I’m ring-ready
Hands up high, heart beat heavy
Came from the gutter, now the grind gone steady
Twenty years young with a will too deadly
I ain’t in the ring yet, but I’m ring-ready
Whole block watch, can’t fold, I’m headstrong
If the bell don’t save me, my faith will
If the bell don’t save me, my faith will (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Clocked out night shift
Ran straight to the gym
Lunch break in the locker
Cold rice, hope thin
Coach toss combos
“Slip, rip, spin back”
Every missed punch
Flash pics of where I lack
Friends hit parties
I hit pads, hit road
Hit wall, hit limits
Hit fear till it fold
Twenty with a timeline
World say “pick quick”
Either punch a clock
Or punch through brick
[Chorus]
I ain’t in the ring yet, but I’m ring-ready
Hands up high, heart beat heavy
Came from the gutter, now the grind gone steady
Twenty years young with a will too deadly
I ain’t in the ring yet, but I’m ring-ready
Whole block watch, can’t fold, I’m headstrong
If the bell don’t save me, my faith will
If the bell don’t save me, my faith will (uh)
[Bridge]
One more mile
One more round
One more “no”
‘Fore I break that ground
One cut lip
One sore chin
One opened door
Then they let me in
[Chorus]
I ain’t in the ring yet, but I’m ring-ready
Hands up high, heart beat heavy
Came from the gutter, now the grind gone steady
Twenty years young with a will too deadly
I ain’t in the ring yet, but I’m ring-ready
Whole block watch, can’t fold, I’m headstrong
If the bell don’t save me, my faith will
(If the bell don’t save me)
My faith will
Style
rapgritty east coast boom-bap with modern trap bounceswung drums and snarling 808s; verses push a tight pocket with sparse piano stabs and vinyl cracklehook explodes with chanted gang vocals and rising synth brass. energy climbs each sectionending on a starkacapella-style final bar for maximum impact.
Prompt
rap about a man thats 20 years old and just started training an hustling trying to get into a boxing ring
Credits
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C3RTIFI3D006GeneratedJan 22, 2026
ModelAria v5
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