Lyrics
[Intro]
Top down
Tank low
Pockets thin
But I glow (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Came up eating cold fries
Late shift, same shirt, red eyes
Couch surfing on my cousin floor
Dreams bigger than the corner store
Mama said "baby, keep your head right"
Homies said "you ain't built for the late nights"
I was scribbling these lines in the break room
Clock out, plot out, how I make room
Kept faith in the drought, no wave
Just me on the block, one fade, one fade
Underdog with a chip on my shoulder
Sunset in my rearview, heart getting bolder
[Chorus]
I'm the underdog from the coast, yeah
Last picked, now I'm calling the plays
They ain't see me when I needed a hand
Now they waving every time that I pass (ohhh)
Underdog from the coast, yeah
Turn the doubt into fuel for the flame
They was laughing when I said I'ma win
Now the talkbox singing my name (my name)
[Verse 2]
Used to ride the bus, headphones on
Fantasize a thousand people singing my songs
Now the same route feel so small
Every stop sign looking like a roll call
Back then, I was just that kid
Now I’m headline talk in the group text thread
They said "settle down," I said "bet on me"
Pressure made a gem out the dirt and concrete
Still that same lil fool in the hand-me-down fit
Still miss rent, still grind, still trip
But I walk with a spring in my step now
Every "no" that I heard got checked now
[Chorus]
I'm the underdog from the coast, yeah
Last picked, now I'm calling the plays
They ain't see me when I needed a hand
Now they waving every time that I pass (hey)
Underdog from the coast, yeah
Turn the doubt into fuel for the flame
They was laughing when I said I'ma win
Now the talkbox singing my name (my name)
[Bridge]
They wrote me off
I wrote it down
Turned every doubt
To a different sound
From the back of the class
To the front of the stage (woah)
If you feeling like you less than
Let this hook lift the weight
[Chorus]
I'm the underdog from the coast, yeah
Last picked, now I'm calling the plays
They ain't see me when I needed a hand
Now they waving every time that I pass
Underdog from the coast, yeah
Turn the doubt into fuel for the flame
They was laughing when I said I'ma win
Now the talkbox singing my name (my name, my name)
Style
raplaid-back west coast hip hop with g-funk bounce; swung drumsrubbery basslineand bright talkbox hooks answering a gritty male vocal. verses ride mid-tempo with crisp snares and wah guitar chops; choruses widen with stacked talkbox harmonieswhistle leadsand airy pads. sub stays warm and roundleaving space for punchy lead rap and call-and-response ad-libs.funkhip hop
Prompt
A west coast hip hop song about being the under dog. Talk box backing vocals, rap, hip hop, funk
Credits
Prompt byIndieTitan476
GeneratedApr 5, 2026
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