Lyrics
[Intro]
Hand-me-down hoodie
Hand-me-down pain
Taught me one thing
Walk through the flame
[Verse 1]
Mama at the sink
Cursing at the bills
Dad on the couch
Chasing cheap thrills
I learned early
Ain’t nobody come save us
So I cut feelings
Like coupons from the paper
Lunch line jokes
Hole in my shoe
Teacher talk dreams
I just needed food
Whole hood screaming
“Life don’t love you”
So I wore that
Like a tattoo
[Chorus]
I was raised to not give a fuck
Face down, still I get up
Middle fingers high, I’m stuck
On “say what I want,” that’s us
I was raised to not give a fuck
Cold world, I don’t need luck
Heart got numb, then tough
I was raised to not give a fuck
[Verse 2]
Grandma in church
Praying for my soul
I’m in the back row
Rolling my goals
Coach said “Son,
you got too much rage”
I said “That’s fuel
I pour on the stage”
Cops ride slow
Eyes on my block
We learned posture
Hand from the crotch
Friends in a cell
Some in the ground
I turned every loss
To a victory sound
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
If you ain’t feed me
You can’t judge me
If you ain’t bleed here
You can’t touch me
Turned all that damage
Into armor plates
If love ain’t solid
Then it’s just weight
[Chorus]
Style
rapgritty boom-bap with dusty drums and a grimy bass linemale vocals sitting upfront and dry. verses spit in a tightaggressive pocket with sparse piano stabs and occasional vinyl crackle; hook widens with gang vocalsshort delay throwsand a chant-like rhythm. energy stays confrontational but controlledwith a short breakdown before the last hook for extra punch.
Prompt
I was raised to bot give a fuck, rap, male
Credits
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RadioLyric558GeneratedJan 12, 2026
ModelAria v5
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