

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yankees on top Twenty-seven rings, say less (yeah) Whole city in the cap Whole world feel the flex (uh) [Verse 1] Pinstripes on my body, that’s a uniform Legends in the rafters, that’s a thunderstorm From the Bronx out to the globe, that’s a platform Every era, every decade, we the benchmark Cold nights, fall air, see the breath rise October got a different kind of red eyes All that pressure turn a rookie to a franchise Every swing sound louder on the landline [Chorus] Yankees on top, twenty-seven rings, nobody like us (like us) Whole league talking, but they never gonna line up beside us (nah) Run it back, run it back, all season that’s bias Pinstripes, big stage, bright glare, can’t blind us Yankees on top, twenty-seven rings, nobody like us [Verse 2] Old heads talkin’ Ruth in the bar chair Young kids streaming clips like it’s warfare Different names, same script, they aware Step in our house, feel the whole place stare Chain swing heavy like a World Series We don’t chase clout, we chase histories Every rival got a phase, that’s a mini-series We the long run, deep cut, documentaries [Chorus] [Bridge] Who else stack banners like a bookshelf? (who?) Who else got eras you can’t out-sell? (you can’t) Talk stats, talk caps, talk payroll Still can’t buy that soul in the ballpark rows From the Roll Call roar to the last out Every chant from the crowd like a blackout If you doubt, pull up, see the layout Every line on that field say stay proud [Chorus]
Tags
rap, Glitched-out trap/hip-hop banger with swung drums and warped baseball stadium chants. Chopped crowd noise and synthetic organ stabs, deep sub, and stuttering glitch fills between lines. Hook hits hard with stacked gang vocals; verses stay tight and cocky with spacious ad-libs and quick doubles. Male vocals, aggressive but playful, riding a half-time bounce that keeps the head nodding., glitch, hip hop, glitch hop
2:24
No
12/30/2025