Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Chuck “The Duck” on Jerome,
rain in my collar, no place felt home
Courtside scars and a split-up dream,
sirens sang louder than the bodega screen
South Bronx blocks got a mean old grin,
every closed door tried to pull me in
I learned real quick what a glance could mean,
who was my friend and who played clean
[Pre-Chorus]
Late nights, hard steps,
heart too full of debt
Mama said, “Boy, hold fast”
I held on through the blast
[Chorus]
The Duck don’t fold (The Duck don’t fold)
The Duck stands tall (stands tall)
Bronx mud on my shoes
Still I outlast it all
The Duck don’t fold (The Duck don’t fold)
Say it out loud
I was built in the storm
Now I wear that loud
[Verse 2]
Kept one eye open on the subway ride,
one hand shaking, one hand tied
Old heads warned me about that crew,
how quick they burn what they pull you through
I seen brothers fall for a borrowed crown,
seen big talk sink when the cops rolled down
So I took my pain and I turned that page,
from locked-up nights to a crowded stage
[Pre-Chorus]
Same block, new name,
same bruise, different flame
If they want my peace,
they gon’ have to see me
[Chorus]
The Duck don’t fold (The Duck don’t fold)
The Duck stands tall (stands tall)
Bronx mud on my shoes
Still I outlast it all
The Duck don’t fold (The Duck don’t fold)
Say it out loud
I was built in the storm
Now I wear that loud
[Bridge]
I carry the names that the pavement kept
I carry the nights that the whole hood slept
But I’m here now, voice cut through
From the hard old block, I came out true
[Final Chorus]
The Duck don’t fold (The Duck don’t fold)
The Duck stands tall (stands tall)
Bronx mud on my shoes
Still I outlast it all
The Duck don’t fold (The Duck don’t fold)
Say it out loud
I was built in the storm
Now I wear that loud
Style
bronx boom-bap with dusty drumschopped soul loopsand a walking bassline; verse rides tense and conversationalpre-chorus tightens with snare rolls and filtered chantschorus hits with gang backing vocals and a blunt call-and-response hook. chuck lead vocal is gravellyclose-micwith doubled punch-ins and short delay throws on the last word. vinyl cracklesiren-like synth smearand a reverse piano swell into the hook. mix is grittywarmand front-row raw.
Prompt
A singer Chuck “The Duck” Nikocevic sings about his gang experiences in the Bronx, and how he had to fight through tough times in the hood
Credits
Prompt byVibeMellow364
GeneratedJun 6, 2026
ModelAria v5.5
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