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[Intro]
Yeah
Teeth grit
Jaw locked
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[Verse 1]
Woke up with a chip on my shoulder, same one from last year
Turned hunger into homework, solved problems till the path clear
Used to count what I didn’t have, now I count what I can stack
Nights staring at the ceiling fan, planning how to never go back
Got scars I don’t flex online, real pain doesn’t need captions
Hands dirty from the side work, made clean money from bad habits
Every L was a lesson in disguise with a mask and a hood on
Now they ask how I did it, same ones that said I was “too gone”
[Chorus]
I grind my teeth when I sleep, that’s pressure
I came from stress, turned stress to treasure
I don’t say much, I just stack, that’s better
Talk is cheap, but my will? That’s leather
[Verse 2]
Heart cold but the mind stay hot, I don’t beg, I plot
If the bridge burn, I walk through flame, come out holding the spot
They said “know your place,” I carved my name in the table instead
They pray for my downfall, I pray they get out of my head
No shortcuts, every brick placed, every bruise paid in advance
Walked in with the same clothes twice, but a different stance
You can see it in my stare now, calculation, calm rage
I don’t fight for a seat, I build my own stage
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 26, 2025
Duration1:48
LanguageFrench
Style
rap, Cold drill-influenced hard rap, male vocals. Sparse eerie bells over booming low-end and sharp, clipped percussion. Verses delivered in a tight, menacing pocket with double-time bursts and gritty ad-libs. Hook flips into a chant-style crowd moment with layered shouts and a stomping rhythm. Overall mix dark and aggressive, vocal pushed upfront with subtle delay throws on key punchlines.
Credits
Prompt byHarmonicPsychedelic829
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Hard rap
