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Lyrics
[Intro]
Steel in my veins
Steel on my hip
Cold clear in my cup
And a crown on the sip
[Verse 1]
Bar top sticky
Bottle like a brick
Vodka in my bloodstream
Trigger finger itch
Yellow on the jersey
Black on the flag
Whole squad ironclad
Running with the rag
Shots bark back alley
Echo off the block
That click-clack choir
Make the heartbeat stop
Gold ring heavy
On the knuckle when I swing
You talk like a peasant
But you looking at a king
[Chorus]
Vodka in the veins
Gunshots in the sky
Crown on my head
I was born to survive
Steelers on my back
Whole city gonna ride
Bow when you step
To the king of the grind
[Verse 2]
Ice in the glass
Ice in my stare
You shaking in sneakers
You ain’t built for this air
Terrible towel waving
Like a war flag high
Every stripe on that helmet
Another reason you hide
Bottle to the dome
Then I slam it on the table
Got a temper like a fuse
Very short, very fatal
Hear the snap, then the pop
Then the scream, then it’s quiet
I bring storm, bring smoke
You just talk, you don’t try it
[Bridge]
Steel curtain in my chest
Linebacker in my brain
Every step is a blitz
Every word is a flame
Pour it up, pour it up
Let the throat catch fire
[low vocal register] I’m the king, I’m the king
You just victims in the choir
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 9, 2026
Duration1:44
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Aggressive East Coast trap banger, male vocals, tense strings and ominous piano over heavy 808s and crisp hats. Verses are double-time snarls with ad-libs tucked behind the lead; hook explodes with gang vocals and brass stabs. Short distorted vocal chops between sections, bass hits hard on every downbeat, mix pushes the vocal right in your face.
Credits
Prompt by
FRAILKING
FRAILKINGModelAria v5
Prompt
A aggressive, angry, rap song about vodka, gunshots, king, Steelers
