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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I used to shrink in the frame
Let you talk me down to a name
Kept my mouth shut, kept it clean
While you trampled through my dreams
I was too nice, too tired, too small
You mistook my grace for a stall
Now I look straight in the glass
And I don’t beg, I don’t ask
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m done with the half-truths
Done with the blame
Done with the pain you were hiding in my name
I can feel it now
Coming back to me
You don’t get my soul for free
[Chorus]
I’m a fucking treasure
You can’t touch my gold
I don’t fold, I don’t bend
I don’t do what I’m told
I’m a fucking treasure
Watch me take my space
You don’t get to dim my fire
Or spit in my face
[Verse 2]
I kept receipts in my chest
Every cut, every test
Every time you made me doubt
I was leaking power out
Now I walk like I know
What my own damn heart is worth
If you want me, come correct
I’m not here to be your hurt
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m done with the half-truths
Done with the blame
Done with the pain you were hiding in my name
I can feel it now
Coming back to me
You don’t get my soul for free
[Chorus]
I’m a fucking treasure
You can’t touch my gold
I don’t fold, I don’t bend
I don’t do what I’m told
I’m a fucking treasure
Watch me take my space
You don’t get to dim my fire
Or spit in my face
[Bridge]
I was never broken
Just buried alive
Had to lose your voice
To hear mine
Look at me now
I’m standing tall
If you want me, baby
You better want it all
[Final Chorus]
I’m a fucking treasure
Say it if you dare
I’m the storm, I’m the prize
I’m the hard-earned air
I’m a fucking treasure
Yeah, I’m back in place
You don’t get to dim my fire
Or spit in my face
Details
GeneratedJun 26, 2026
Duration2:27
LanguageEnglish
Style
Empowering pop-rap with a halftime boom-bap bounce and a bright synth bass pulse; verse rides sparse kick, snapped claps, and tight rhythmic rap delivery, pre-chorus strips to filtered chords and a rising snare roll, chorus hits with stacked vocal doubles and a chantable hook. Add reverse swells into the hook, sparkly vocal chops between lines, and a final lift with gang ad-libs. Crisp, punchy, glossy mix with intimate close-mic verses and wide hooks., empowering, rap, pop
Credits
Prompt byMagicPanther973
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Empowering pop but rap about finally finding your worth and not taking any bullshit anymore. Use curse words like fucking to make a point like I’m a fucking treasure.
