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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
From the Third Ward to the ramps
I seen rain on my front steps
Mama worked a double shift
I was hungry, I was on deck
Cold plate, no nap
Still I put a plan in motion
Cut the noise, kept my word
Kept my head above that ocean
Lil' bro watch me move
Like I got a map in my pocket
Every loss turned to fuel
Every bruise turned to profit
I was broke in plain view
Now the old block know my name
Same curb, new shoes
Still I carry that flame
[Pre-Chorus]
They said I’d stay stuck
I said, watch me slide
Every wrong turn led me
To the other side
Counted all my scars
Like they bonus signs
If I make it out this year
That’s the whole skyline
[Chorus]
Make it out Houston
Make it out clean
Big dreams, hard code
On a hot black screen
Make it out Houston (make it out)
Make it out for me
From the same old block
To the whole damn scene
[Verse 2]
Now the phone don’t stop
Everybody got a story
Everybody want a piece
Of the sweat and the glory
I don’t talk too much
I let receipts do the talking
Paid for every lesson
I was never out here walking
Night shift, long road
Steady hands on the wheel
If the world move fake
I keep mine too real
Used to pray for a lane
Now the lane got my name
I’m still me in the mirror
Just with less to explain
[Pre-Chorus]
They said I’d stay stuck
I said, watch me slide
Every wrong turn led me
To the other side
Counted all my scars
Like they bonus signs
If I make it out this year
That’s the whole skyline
[Chorus]
Make it out Houston
Make it out clean
Big dreams, hard code
On a hot black screen
Make it out Houston (make it out)
Make it out for me
From the same old block
To the whole damn scene
[Bridge]
I seen the cracks in the pavement
I seen the look in they eye
When the kid from the corner
Found a way to touch the sky
No handouts, no favors
Just a grind and a vow
I’m still repping where I’m from
But I’m bigger than now
[Chorus]
Make it out Houston
Make it out clean
Big dreams, hard code
On a hot black screen
Make it out Houston (make it out)
Make it out for me
From the same old block
To the whole damn scene
Details
GeneratedJun 16, 2026
Duration3:14
LanguageEnglish
Style
Southern trap rap with Houston bounce, chopped-screw swagger, and half-time drums; verse rides sparse 808s, rolled hats, and syrupy lead synths, pre-chorus tightens with filtered claps and risers, chorus hits with a chantable street-level mantra and gang doubles. Grimy close-mic lead, stacked ad-libs on hook, delay throws on the last word of each line, bright punchy low-end with a wide, hazy top., rap, hip hop
Credits
Prompt byGroovyRebel723
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
rap about making it out of Houston with a big x the plug type of vibe mixed with dababy’s flow
