Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Up before the sunrise Steel toes by the front door Clock hits? I don’t clock in I’m built for a whole lot more (yeah) [Verse 1] Got grease on my palms Got salt on my boots Turn wrenches on rust Still sharpening truths These harbors my hallway These docks my front yard I pray for my people Then pull on that hard hat (yeah) Boss talk in my headset Static and barked threats “Keep them loads moving” I’m counting my own checks No tie, just a scarred knuckle handshake Running up the overtime Sleeping when the waves break [Chorus] I been running these streets I been running this water Turn a wrench, turn a profit Turn the heat on the harbor (woo) Ain’t no 9 to 5 banker hours I don’t punch out, I power Barges and tanking, heavy on the grind I clock in with my body, keep the hustle in my mind [Verse 2] Forklift humming like a bad dream Night shift living in some half-light beam Cold wind cutting through a thin jacket But the hunger in my gut made a habit of it Crew talk rough but they ride for me Same hands that bleed, they’ll slide for me Union card in the back of my wallet But my backup plan still “get it regardless” Oil stain on my jeans like a family crest I ain’t rich yet But my kids won’t stress From the catwalk view see the whole port shining Every container just a step I’m climbing (yeah) [Chorus] I been running these streets I been running this water Turn a wrench, turn a profit Turn the heat on the harbor (hey!) Ain’t no 9 to 5 banker hours I don’t punch out, I power Barges and tanking, heavy on the grind I clock in with my body, keep the hustle in my mind [Bridge] Who else really up at this hour? Headlamp halo, diesel shower Heart like a crane, lift that weight I ain’t waiting on fate I’m just changing my rate (let’s go) [Chorus] I been running these streets I been running this water Turn a wrench, turn a profit Turn the heat on the harbor (yeah) Ain’t no 9 to 5 banker hours I don’t punch out, I power Barges and tanking, heavy on the grind I clock in with my body, keep the hustle in my mind
Tags
rap, Gritty Southern trap-rap with swung drums and deep bass, male vocals. Verses stay tight and conversational over sparse piano stabs and distant sirens; hook widens with stacked chant-style doubles and a rough, shouted ad-lib on key phrases. Occasional filtered bridge section for contrast, then a hard drop back into the main groove.
Duration
2:56
Instrumental
No
Created
2/13/2026