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Lyrics
Intro
Yeah…
Before they speak my name…
Tell ’em check the scoreboard.
Verse 1
Walk in with thunder tucked under my footsteps,
Whole room freeze like they forgot where the breath went.
Gold in my veins, got the dirt on my boots still,
Built every dream with a pocket full of goodwill.
I don’t chase crowns—I make kings nervous,
Every scar on my skin got a purpose.
I learned how to eat when the table stayed empty,
Now they all want a seat when the menu look fancy.
I turned dead ends into four-lane highways,
Made my own lane, now they riding my driveway.
Pressure hit hard—I hit harder back,
Now my shadow got followers dressed in black.
Pre-Chorus
Tell the doubters… don’t blink.
Success got a habit of changing what they think.
They whispered my name… now they’re yelling it proud.
Funny how silence gets expensive when you’re loud.
Hook
Let the skyline echo my name tonight,
Built this fire where they swore there’d never be light.
I don’t need permission—I kick down doors,
Leave boot prints stamped on impossible floors.
If they’re asking who did it… point this way.
If they’re asking who’s next… not today.
I came from the dirt with a dream and a spark…
Now I’m writing my name across the dark.
Verse 2
I don’t throw shade—I eclipse whole summers,
Beat so cold make the bass hit like thunder.
Every move calculated, no luck in my pocket,
I launch every goal like a countdown rocket.
Haters throwing stones—I built castles instead,
Used every “no” as a staircase ahead.
Now the same folks talking got their hands stretched out,
Funny how success make believers from doubt.
Bridge
I wasn’t made for fitting in.
I was built for leaving fingerprints.
When the smoke clears…
Only one silhouette still standing.
Final Hook
Let the skyline echo my name tonight,
Every scar became another city light.
I don’t knock—I redesign the walls.
History remembers who refused to fall.
If they asking who brought that pressure… me.
If they asking who changed the weather… me.
I didn’t come just to play this game…
I came so they never forget my name.
Details
GeneratedJul 23, 2026
Duration2:29
LanguageEnglish
Style
This style feels more like a movie soundtrack than a standard trap song—full of quotable lines, big imagery, and a hook
Credits
Prompt byAmandaParris
ModelAria v5.5
