

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Came from the mud, from the gutter, from the itch Turned every side-eye, every slur to a switch Flip that hate to a check, yeah we laughing at the list They been praying on my death, I’ve been praying for they bliss Gold on my neck, still remember powdered milk Mama work late, ramen steam, carpet tilt Now I run plays, every day another tilt Turned all that poison to silk, that’s real guilt [Chorus] Say what you want, we don’t break, we don’t bend (nah) Turn all that dirt to a crown in the end (in the end) They point fingers, but we still get paid Talk that talk, but we still get laid (too real) Say what you want, we don’t break, we don’t bend Turn all that dirt to a crown in the end They throw stones, but we walk unafraid Talk that talk, but we still get laid (yeah) [Verse 2] Big body ride, two seats, one queen She from the block, soft lips, hard dreams Thighs like thunder, laugh like a siren scream She the only one I trust when I scheme Room go quiet when she walk, that’s fact She don’t want clout, she just want my back Split that plate, split that bed, split that stack If we ever hit the wall, she gon’ help me crack [Chorus] Say what you want, we don’t break, we don’t bend (never) Turn all that dirt to a crown in the end They point fingers, but we still get paid Talk that talk, but we still get laid (still get laid) Say what you want, we don’t break, we don’t bend Turn all that dirt to a crown in the end They throw stones, but we walk unafraid Talk that talk, but we still get laid (hey!)
Tags
rap, Aggressive trap beat with distorted 808s and sharp hi-hats, male vocals spitting tight double-time flows. Hook explodes with stacked gang vocals and a filtered vocal loop; verses ride a low, menacing synth bass. Occasional risers and reverse cymbals to heighten punchlines, abrupt drop-outs under key bars for maximum impact.
1:32
No
4/6/2026