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Lyrics
[Intro]
From the mud, from the cane fields
From the heat where the rain feels
Like a war drum on the zinc roof
Yeah, that’s home, that’s proof (hey!)
[Verse 1]
Passport say Guyana, heart say “any block”
Jungle in my blood, turn a gravel road to rock
Grandma stirring pepper pot, I was stirring up a plot
Turn a lil’ rice money to a whole rice stock
Cutlass in the yard, not a movie prop
Uncle keep it sharp, say the strong don’t stop
He ain’t talk violence, he mean don’t drop
But I took both lessons when the night sky popped
Barefoot child, had to outrun trouble
Two dollar sweetie, dreams came double
Now they see the chain, think it came from luck
They ain’t see the bus rides and the backseat tuck (true)
[Chorus]
Guyanese True Savage
Turn pressure into package
Turn hunger into habit
I came up hard, I managed
Guyanese True Savage
Gold teeth, heavy baggage
From the mud to the mansions
Still walk with that badness (yeah yeah)
[Verse 2]
Oil money talk, but I came from the drought
One pair shoes, had to make that count
Mama say “pray,” but I stepped out south
Had to learn quick what the street about
Creole in my talk, got the slang in my spit
Lil rum in the cup, but the mind stay fit
Cane-cut hands when they grip that mic
Make a big man shake when I say my lines
Georgetown nights, lil’ bike, big dream
Corner shop fries with the hot sauce steam
Now it’s first class wing, same old team
Only thing that changed is the way we scheme (yeah)
[Chorus]
Guyanese True Savage
Turn pressure into package
Turn hunger into habit
I came up hard, I managed
Guyanese True Savage
Gold teeth, heavy baggage
From the mud to the mansions
Still walk with that badness (true savage)
[Bridge]
You feel that sun?
We was raised in that
You taste that salt?
We was bathed in that
You talk ’bout pain?
We done blazed through that
Every scar, every mark
Put my name on the map (woah)
[Chorus]
Guyanese True Savage
Turn pressure into package
Turn hunger into habit
I came up hard, I managed
Guyanese True Savage
Gold teeth, heavy baggage
From the mud to the mansions
Still walk with that badness (yeah yeah)
Details
GeneratedJan 19, 2026
Duration2:44
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dark, heavyweight hip-hop beat with chesty male vocals; detuned piano stabs over booming low-end and crisp snares. Verses stay tight and aggressive with occasional double-time pockets, hook widens with layered gang chants and call-and-response ad-libs. Subtle dancehall percussion flickers in the background, final chorus rides out with extra ad-libs and drops in the drums for emphasis., hip hop
Credits
Prompt byKingdrkblde
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Guyanese True Savage, rap, hip hop
