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Lyrics
[Verse]
Gold medal grin, they ain't catching my stride
Running laps 'round the map, call it exercise
They talking heavy, but they featherweight thin
Stack my wins high, taller than the state I’m in
Podium pose, middle finger to the critics
Counting digits, I’m arithmetic in motion, no gimmicks
Vision tunnel tight, no detour in my route
Haters in the rearview, they fading out
[Prechorus]
It’s lonely at the top, but the view’s so sweet
Echoes of my grind underneath my feet
[Chorus]
No competition, winning by a landslide
Crown tilted, standing in the sunlight
Champion, they chanting my name in the night
Hard to stay humble when you shining this bright
[Verse 2]
Flames on my tongue, spitting lava on the mic
Climbing up the ladder, every step a highlight
Focus razor-sharp, cutting through the chaos
Even when the pressure's heavy, I don’t take a day off
Victory's aroma, sniff it in the air
They try to bring me down, but I’m floating like a prayer
Wingspan wide, soaring over doubt
The grind’s the religion, and I’m devout
Details
GeneratedNov 25, 2025
Duration1:41
LanguageEnglish
Style
steady, soulful, dynamic, rap, soulful female vocals on hook, male vocals, dynamic male vocals, steady beat with punchy bass, layered ad libs for texture, female vocals
Credits
Prompt byIndieDrone47
ModelAria v5
Prompt
No competition, winning by a landslide, standing in the middle of the podium, champion, hard to stay humble and keep focus, rap, steady, dynamic male vocals, soulful female vocals on hook, ad lib
