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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
White boy came in alone
No colors on his back
No crew in the hall
No flag, no pack
They sized him up quick
Thought he’d fold in a week
But he kept that chin high
And he barely would speak
First test at the table
Third night in the yard
He took it on the chest
Stayed cool, stayed hard
No front, no fake
Just a stare and a step
They came for the weak
He was different than that
[Pre-Chorus]
He didn’t blink
Didn’t run
Held his ground
One on one
Word got around
Through the tiers
He wasn’t here
To play it clear
[Chorus]
Not to be messed with
Not to be messed with
He earned that respect
He earned that respect
Not to be messed with
Not to be messed with
He stood on his own
And earned that respect
[Verse 2]
They tried little games
Little pushes, little grins
Wanted him rattled
Wanted him pinned
But he kept his cool
Kept his books and his code
Never sold his name
Never bent that road
If you came with hate
He came with still
A quiet kind of danger
A colder kind of will
One fight, then another
And he never missed a beat
Soon the loudest ones
Moved out of his seat
[Pre-Chorus]
He didn’t blink
Didn’t fold
Took the hit
Stayed cold
Now they knew
By the end
You don’t press him
You don’t pretend
[Chorus]
Not to be messed with
Not to be messed with
He earned that respect
He earned that respect
Not to be messed with
Not to be messed with
He stood on his own
And earned that respect
[Bridge]
No gang to call
No shield, no crew
Just a hard set jaw
And something true
They came to break him
He came up strong
Now even the ones
Who doubted him know
[Final Chorus]
Not to be messed with
Not to be messed with
He earned that respect
He earned that respect
Not to be messed with
Not to be messed with
He stood on his own
And earned that respect
Details
GeneratedJun 11, 2026
Duration2:55
LanguageEnglish
Style
Hard-hitting rap with a tense half-time drum bounce, sparse 808 pulses, snapped claps, and dark piano stabs; verse rides cold and minimal, pre-chorus tightens with rising choir-like pads, chorus hits with gang ad-libs on the anchor phrase, a short bridge drops to voice and kick before the final return. Close-mic lead vocal, doubled on key lines, gritty low-end mix, sharp ear-candy fills and reversed swells into each hook., rap
Credits
Prompt byChillNova512
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A song about a white man who went to prison. He wasn’t affiliated with any gangs and he was on his own. They tested him but soon found out he was not to be messed with. He earned his respect, rap
