Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Late rent, late train, early session
Writing sixteen bars on a bus bench confession
Mama in my ear like "you still chasing dreams?"
Landlord in my face like "I just want the green"
Mic taped up, cable holdin' by a thread
Secondhand laptop, red numbers on the spread
Friends got suits now, I’m still in these hoodies
Postin’ little clips, prayin’ someone really book me
Clock-in job, stockroom, stackin’ up crates
Clock-out thoughts, punchlines, scribbled on plates
Hand-me-down headphones, leaking in the night
I’m starin’ at the ceiling, tryna rhyme my way to light
[Chorus]
I’m in the big leagues in my head
Whole crowd jumpin’ from my bed
From the basement to the stage I’m chasin’
Every doubt, every shout I’m facin’
I’m in the big leagues in my mind
See the lights every time I rhyme
’Til the day that they finally see
What this little broke kid gon’ be (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Open mic Tuesdays, three folks, one fan
Sound guy yawning, still I rap like I ran
Whole marathon just to get to this verse
Voice crack, heart heavy, but I spit through the nerves
Old heads laughin’, “kid, you ain’t built for that grind”
But they ain’t heard the hunger in these crooked punchlines
Scrollin’ through my phone, saw a text from my bro
“Yo, I quit last week, thought you oughta know”
Had me questionin’
Why I’m stressin’ in these cheap-leather sneakers, lesson in
Pain, every “L” like a letter in my name
Every “no” another spark in the flame
[Chorus]
I’m in the big leagues in my head
Whole crowd jumpin’ from my bed
From the basement to the stage I’m chasin’
Every doubt, every shout I’m facin’
I’m in the big leagues in my mind
See the lights every time I rhyme
’Til the day that they finally see
What this little broke kid gon’ be (yeah, yeah)
[Bridge]
They don’t see the bus rides, rain on the glass
They just see the highlight reels, numbers on the dash
They don’t feel my throat burn, lungs full of smoke
When I yell my own name like it’s all that I own
If I crumble then I’m not who I claim
If I stumble that’s just fuel for the flame
If I’m not ranked yet, I still write like I’m signed
Big leagues live here, deep in my mind
[Chorus]
I’m in the big leagues in my head
Whole crowd jumpin’ from my bed
From the basement to the stage I’m chasin’
Every doubt, every shout I’m facin’
I’m in the big leagues in my mind
See the lights every time I rhyme
’Til the day that they finally see
What this little broke kid gon’ be (what I’m gon’ be)
Style
rapwarm boom-bap drums and round subsax riff weaving with a moody violin line. verses ride a head-nod pocketintimate male vocals sitting right on top of the groove. hook opens up with stacked chant-style backgrounds and brighter sax flourishes; second half adds a gritty string stab pattern for lift. subtle vinyl crackle and room reverb give it a rawlive-in-the-rehearsal-space feel.violinsaxophone
Prompt
Make me a rap song about a struggling musician that is trying to make it in the big leagues of the rap scene with the beat including saxophone and violin
Credits
Prompt byLil_Dumbass
GeneratedFeb 25, 2026
ModelAria v5