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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Head high
Chin up
Now watch this
[Verse 1]
Walk in, floor shake, that’s a landslide
Whole crew lookin’ like the dark side
Gold fangs grinnin’ in the black light
I don’t talk big, I just act right
From the back row, made it to the front row
Turn a side eye into a drumroll
They was sleepin’ on me, now they insomnia
Say my name once, light up the whole lobby up (woo)
[Pre-Chorus]
How they hate and imitate the same time?
How they late and still try to claim mine?
I been quiet, now I hit the baseline
Every step I take feel like a quake line
[Chorus]
Bow down when I walk in (bow down)
Head high, never caught slippin’ (nah)
Rock out when the walls start spinnin’ (rock out)
I don’t stop, I just keep on winnin’ (keep on)
Bow down, yeah, the crown too heavy
Heart too cold and the hands too steady
Bow down, better learn that sound
When I come through, whole room bow down (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Chain swing heavy like a wreck ball
I was in the gutter, made a pep talk
Told myself “get it,” now I get all
Turned every dead end to a step off
Big speaks, small circle like a halo
Never said “please,” only say “pay though”
You can feel the thunder in my ankle
Every stomp here shake another angle (yeah)
[Pre-Chorus]
How they fake love, askin’ for a cosign?
How they show up only when it go fine?
I was in the dark learnin’ how to grow spine
Now my name carved deep in the gold line
[Chorus]
Bow down when I walk in (bow down)
Head high, never caught slippin’ (never)
Rock out when the walls start spinnin’ (rock out)
I don’t stop, I just keep on winnin’ (keep on)
Bow down, yeah, the crown too heavy
Heart too cold and the hands too steady
Bow down, better learn that sound
When I come through, whole room bow down (bow down)
Details
GeneratedFeb 5, 2026
Duration2:36
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Hybrid trap-rock banger with male vocals; blown-out 808s lock with live, overdriven guitars and crisp hats. Verse rides a swaggering half-time pocket, then pre-chorus tightens before an explosive, chant-heavy hook. Gang vocals double the title line, with occasional pitched ad-libs and a distorted guitar riff cutting through the chorus for maximum stomp-energy., rock
Credits
Prompt by
KingThorn
KingThornModelAria v5
Prompt
Trap, rap,bow down, rock
