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Lyrics
[Intro]
Na-na, na, na-na (yeah)
Na-na, na, na-na (woo)
Na-na, na, na-na
Uh
[Chorus]
Na-na-na, na-na, I don’t talk too much
I just turn up, flip work, then I count my luck
Na-na-na, na-na, see the hate get stuck
When they see man up, they just run out of guts
Na-na-na, na-na, put the pain in the grind
Cold heart, dark eyes, but the chain still shine
Na-na-na, na-na, came out the mud
If it ain’t about wins, then it ain’t my line
[Verse 1]
Came from the block, no handouts, only plans
Four deep in the ride, mask tight, tucked hands
Dreams in the shoe box, notes by the rubber band
Still hear mum pray I don’t lose who I am
Talk’s cheap, round here that’s a luxury
Any wrong move, that’s a cut to the company
Still, I’m locked in, no love for the wannabes
Focused on the fam, that’s the only one under me
[Chorus]
Na-na-na, na-na, I don’t talk too much
I just turn up, flip work, then I count my luck
Na-na-na, na-na, see the hate get stuck
When they see man up, they just run out of guts
Na-na-na, na-na, put the pain in the grind
Cold heart, dark eyes, but the chain still shine
Na-na-na, na-na, came out the mud
If it ain’t about wins, then it ain’t my line
[Verse 2]
Late night, still up, got the phone on ping
Whole life on the line for a little bling-bling
Friends turned ghost when the smoke got thick
But the ones still here, that’s the real day-six
Tryna dodge cells and cemetery gates
Still the postcode’s stamped on the step where I ate
If the past wants pull, I just quick switch lanes
Say a Na-na-na, then I cut that chain
[Chorus]
Na-na-na, na-na, I don’t talk too much
I just turn up, flip work, then I count my luck
Na-na-na, na-na, see the hate get stuck
When they see man up, they just run out of guts
Na-na-na, na-na, put the pain in the grind
Cold heart, dark eyes, but the chain still shine
Na-na-na, na-na, came out the mud
If it ain’t about wins, then it ain’t my line
Details
GeneratedJan 24, 2026
Duration2:04
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dark UK drill / trap hybrid, male vocals. Distant eerie pad and detuned bell loop, sliding 808s and crunchy drill hi-hats, snare rolls that stutter into each bar. Verses tight and menacing in a low register, ad-libs tucked wide. Chorus explodes with doubled vocals and subtle chant backing, final hook rides out with a stripped beat and rising riser tail., hip hop, drill
Credits
Prompt by
DJ_Miguel01
DJ_Miguel01ModelAria v5
Prompt
Na ....na.....na....na...!, rap, hip hop, trap, UK drill
