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[Verse 1]
Started where the grocery glow
Hit the corner, learned to move
Mama said, "Boy, keep your head"
I kept my back against the rules
Late-night, counting up my chunks
In the trap with a restless heart
Phone lit up, my line stayed hot
Every play I made was smart
Told my young boy, "Don't get cute"
Hands clean, but the name got weight
If they asking how I came this far
I was built from the pressure plate
New whip, I don't boast, I glide
Chain on, but I learned restraint
Same block, same scars, same grind
Now my suits smell like Saint
[Pre-Chorus]
I was low where the ground got cold
Now the keys go click, click, click
You can feel that switch when I step in
Whole room change real quick
She like, "Boy, you too polished now"
I said, "Baby, I paid that price"
From them nights with my back on the wall
To the sky where I catch my flight
[Chorus]
From the streets to the penthouse
I came up, I came up
From the curb to the jet now
I don't fold, I don't
She love how I pull up
Gold wrist, cold look
From the streets to the penthouse
I came up, I came up
From the streets to the penthouse
(yeah, yeah)
From the streets to the penthouse
(come on)
I came up, I came up
[Verse 2]
She got red lip, dangerous smile
Ride with me when the deals go through
Hates the fake, loves the real
So she know what my hands have due
Took a risk, then doubled back
Never once did I beg for mercy
If it's pressure, I stay composed
Got a calm that the snakes can't dirty
Two-tone watch, passport stamped
Back-to-back in a private lane
One week gone, next week home
Still got mud in my DNA
I keep one eye on the table
One hand on the plan, no slack
If the talk get loud, I don't panic
I just let my silence snap
[Pre-Chorus]
I was low where the ground got cold
Now the keys go click, click, click
You can feel that switch when I step in
Whole room change real quick
She like, "Boy, you too polished now"
I said, "Baby, I paid that price"
From them nights with my back on the wall
To the sky where I catch my flight
[Chorus]
From the streets to the penthouse
I came up, I came up
From the curb to the jet now
I don't fold, I don't
She love how I pull up
Gold wrist, cold look
From the streets to the penthouse
I came up, I came up
From the streets to the penthouse
(yeah, yeah)
From the streets to the penthouse
(come on)
I came up, I came up
[Bridge]
Now the view got me thinking deep
All that pain made the vision sharp
Keep my circle smaller than a whisper
'Cause the wrong smile can break a heart
When the city call, I don't chase it
I just land where the money lives
Then I send that love back home
That's the only flex I give
[Final Chorus]
From the streets to the penthouse
I came up, I came up
From the curb to the jet now
I don't fold, I don't
She love how I pull up
Gold wrist, cold look
From the streets to the penthouse
I came up, I came up
From the streets to the penthouse
(yeah, yeah)
From the streets to the penthouse
(come on)
I came up, I came up
Details
GeneratedMay 15, 2026
Duration3:37
LanguageEnglish
Style
Atlanta trap rap with rolling hi-hats, rubbery sub-bass, and snapped snares; verse rides cold street detail and money moves, pre-chorus tightens with half-time tension, chorus hits with gang vocals and a chantable street-to-sky anchor. Ad-lib doubles, delayed hook tails, and quick mumbles punch the ends of lines. Ear candy: tape-stop flips before the drop, siren-like synth swells, and a jet-engine riser into the last chorus. Wide, glossy, and trunk-rattling mix., rap, strong
Credits
Prompt byDocHawk
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Atlanta rap about streets to the penthouse, hustling, guns, woman and jet setting. Absolute banger with strong lyrics, traps, hooks and bass
