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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Mmm
Look
[Verse 1]
I came up counting coupons
Mama stretching every meal we had
Hand-me-down sneakers on my feet
But I still walked in like a badge
Posters on the wall, dream big
Even when the rent came late
I was writing verses in the margins
While they wrote me off as a mistake
Now I talk to God on the dashboard
Lights low, praying I don't crash
Every scar turned into a passport
Stamped pain, now I'm flying past
Friends turn stranger for a quick check
Turn cold when the well run dry
I learned not to chase that text back
If you leave, then you leave, alright
[Chorus]
I put my pain in a carry-on bag
Turned every tear to a toe-tagged past
They never thought I'd ever get this far
But I did, but I did, but I did, yeah
I put my faith in a voice and a pad
Turned every "no" to a "watch me" laugh
They never thought I'd ever get this far
But I did, but I did, but I did
[Verse 2]
Who gon' ride when the funds low?
Who gon' slide when the sun gone?
They love you when the crowd all chant
But who stay real when the buzz gone?
I seen fake smiles in the green room
Backstage love with a thin glaze
Same ones never hit me in the bad days
Tryna toast like they helped raise
I remember microwaves for the dinner date
Now it's linen on the table when we celebrate
But I still feel that little girl in a hallway
Ear to the door, hearing grown folks heartbreak
I forgive, but I learn, don't forget that
Soft heart, but the spine made of steel, facts
If you ain't tryna match what I give back
You can step, I ain't ever tryna dig that
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Hands up if you ever felt small
Hands up if you ever lost all
Hands up, still standing through the fall
We still here, we still here
Say it with your chest, one time
Say it for the ones left behind
Say it for the days you ain't shine
We still here, we still here
[Verse 3]
This the open verse, come talk
Tell 'em what it cost, how you walked
How you took that hurt, made art
How you lit that match in the dark
Drop your truth in the space between
Every bar like a breaking chain
Say your name like a war cry
This your shot, let it pour, aye
[Open Verse]
[8-bar open beat for feature / freestyle]
Details
GeneratedJan 1, 2026
Duration2:57
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Soulful boom-bap with warm Rhodes, dusty vinyl crackle, and a fat, round bassline. Female vocals glide between melodic hooks and sharp bars; ad-libs tucked wide in the stereo field. Drums swing with crisp snares and lazy hats, chorus opens into stacked harmonies and subtle gospel-style backing. Leave the last 8 bars as an open beat for a guest verse or freestyle., soulful, hip hop
Credits
Prompt by
Notebook
NotebookModelAria v5
Prompt
rap, hip hop, female, soulful beat with an open verse
