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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I seen smiles with a blade in 'em
Same hands that would pray for me
Same mouth talk grace, then change quickly
When the room get cold, they stay shady
I was broke with a plan in my pocket
Thin walls, big dreams, can't stop it
Mama said, "Son, don't trust the easy"
So I moved like a ghost in a black hoodie
[Pre-Chorus]
I put my name on the line
Put my sleep on the line
Every doubt get left behind
When I step, I don't hide
[Chorus]
Fuck everyone, I'm on my way
I take the hits, I make the play
Be who you want, don't ask the room
They won't build you, they just consume
Fuck everyone, I'm on my way
Top floor callin', I don't sway
Be who you want, say what you mean
I risk it all to make it clean
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I seen friends turn fans turn snakes
One wrong move and they switching lanes
They love the shine when the ends come in
Then vanish fast when the smoke won't clear
I lost time, I lost peace, I lost sleep
Still I ran through the fear in my teeth
Every scar got a story behind it
Every scar made me harder to find it
[Pre-Chorus]
I put my name on the line
Put my sleep on the line
Every doubt get left behind
When I step, I don't hide
[Chorus]
Fuck everyone, I'm on my way
I take the hits, I make the play
Be who you want, don't ask the room
They won't build you, they just consume
Fuck everyone, I'm on my way
Top floor callin', I don't sway
Be who you want, say what you mean
I risk it all to make it clean
[Bridge]
If they don't like me, let 'em
If they won't ride, forget 'em
I was built out the long nights
Out the dirt, out the pressure
I won't fold for a fake love
Won't bend for a safe club
If I stand in my own skin
That's the only crown I'm made for
[Chorus]
Fuck everyone, I'm on my way
I take the hits, I make the play
Be who you want, don't ask the room
They won't build you, they just consume
Fuck everyone, I'm on my way
Top floor callin', I don't sway
Be who you want, say what you mean
I risk it all to make it clean
Details
GeneratedJun 17, 2026
Duration2:42
LanguageEnglish
Style
Rap with a grim half-time bounce and tense trap percussion, hard snare snaps and rolling hats; verse rides sparse 808 pulses and chipped piano, pre-chorus strips to claps and a low bass crawl, chorus hits with gang shouts and a blunt hook. Male vocals, dry close-mic verses, doubled hook lines, ad-lib throws, reverse risers and tape-stop swells. Bright, punchy, ruthless mix., rap, fake
Credits
Prompt by
J_D
J_DModelAria v5.5
Prompt
rap having a hard life everyone being fake and risking everything to get to the top fuck everyone be who you want to be, male
