Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I came up with a plan and a penny
A pocket full of dust and a mind full of plenty
Corner store light on a cracked-up pane
Two-step home with the weight of the rain
Mama said, “Boy, keep your name real clean”
So I learned how to move and I learned what it means
Put the fear in a lock, threw the key in the drain
Now I talk like a blade, but I walk like a train
Same old block, but I’m not the same
I can hear my hunger in the snap of my name
I been broke, still sharp, still here, still mean
With a grin like a dent in a folding machine
[Pre-Chorus]
Say it once, then say it loud
I don’t fold when they crowd
One shot, then the whole room knows
I got a fire in my coat
[Chorus]
Grain in my pocket (grain in my pocket)
Dust on my shoes, I don’t stop it
Grain in my pocket (grain in my pocket)
I came from the floor and I locked it
Grain in my pocket (grain in my pocket)
Small-town pressure, I rock with it
Grain in my pocket (grain in my pocket)
Watch me move when the night gets hot
[Verse 2]
I seen friends turn cold for a quick little shine
Seen big talk die in a thin red line
I kept mine low, kept my teeth in check
Let the proof do the work when I stepped on the neck
Backseat dreams with a torn-up seat
Radio loud and my pulse on beat
Every cheap shot made my backbone fit
Now they circle my name like they need that hit
I don’t chase clout, I chase clean wins
Hard-earned steps and a little bit of sins
If you want that smoke, better bring that storm
I was built in the mess, but I came out form
[Pre-Chorus]
Say it once, then say it loud
I don’t fold when they crowd
One shot, then the whole room knows
I got a fire in my coat
[Chorus]
Grain in my pocket (grain in my pocket)
Dust on my shoes, I don’t stop it
Grain in my pocket (grain in my pocket)
I came from the floor and I locked it
Grain in my pocket (grain in my pocket)
Small-town pressure, I rock with it
Grain in my pocket (grain in my pocket)
Watch me move when the night gets hot
[Bridge]
Turn the page, let it breathe
I was born with a need
Not for gold, not for fame
Just a lane and a name
Now I stand where the cracks run deep
Still I rise when the others sleep
If you want that proof, look close at me
Every scar got a pulse, every loss got heat
[Chorus]
Grain in my pocket (grain in my pocket)
Dust on my shoes, I don’t stop it
Grain in my pocket (grain in my pocket)
I came from the floor and I locked it
Grain in my pocket (grain in my pocket)
Small-town pressure, I rock with it
Grain in my pocket (grain in my pocket)
Watch me move when the night gets hot
Details
GeneratedJul 8, 2026
Duration3:31
LanguageEnglish
Style
Boom bap hip hop with dusty swung drums, chopped piano stabs, and a head-nod bassline; verse rides sparse kick, snare, and vinyl crackle, pre-chorus tightens with filtered chops and rising percussion, chorus lands on stacked gang hooks with a short scratch accent. Close-mic lead vocal with crisp doubles on the hook, ad-lib punches, tape delay throws on key words, warm gritty mix, hip hop, rap
Credits
Prompt by
Rotexthareal
RotextharealModelAria v5.5
Prompt
rap, hip hop, boom bap
