Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah Breath on fire Knees all scraped up Still standin’ (hah) [Verse 1] I don’t spin, I swing Teeth clenched, wild grin Every stumble that I take Turn the floorboard to a ring I’m off-beat, off-balance Still land on my feet, that’s talent Sweat drip in my eyes like acid Blink once, then I’m back, still rabid They clap for the pretty and polished I came for the grit and the carnage I don’t glide, I grind through damage Turn every misstep into savage [Chorus] I’m not dancing gracefully I claw my way forward, painfully Ugly, heavy But I move, I move I’m struggling and fighting desperately Every breath a little weapon in me Bloody, messy But I push right through (right through) [Verse 2] Heart on red-line, lungs on smoke Whole damn world tryna step on my throat Trip on my fears, then stomp on the doubt If the door don’t crack, I tear the frame out They say “relax,” I say “rage” Rip that script, rewrite that page If this life is a stage I’m the glitch that breaks the cage I don’t pray for easy days I bite down and I raise Every bruise, every break Is the armor that I made (yah) [Chorus] I’m not dancing gracefully I claw my way forward, painfully Ugly, heavy But I move, I move I’m struggling and fighting desperately Every breath a little weapon in me Bloody, messy But I push right through (right through) [Bridge] If I fall face-first Then I rise teeth-first (teeth-first) If they say “wait your turn” I burn that line, go first (go first) This is not cute, it’s cruel This is not luck, it’s fuel I am not done, not close I am the crack in the mold [Chorus] I’m not dancing gracefully I claw my way forward, painfully Ugly, heavy But I move, I move I’m struggling and fighting desperately Every breath a little weapon in me Bloody, messy But I push right through (I’mma push right through, yeah)
Tags
rap, Aggressive trap banger with distorted 808s, sharp hi-hat triplets, and gritty synth brass stabs. Female vocals, tight double-time pockets in the verses, hook opens wider with stacked chants on key words. Ad-libs sprinkled for attitude; final chorus brings in octave-doubled vocal for a raw, triumphant climax.
Duration
2:52
Instrumental
No
Created
1/22/2026