Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Late fee on my patience Came up Off lateness Clock in On greatness (yeah) [Verse 1] I was eating cold rice On a paper plate Now the landlord Tryna smile in my face Same ones laughed Turned fans off a phrase Same block, same cracks New tax on the plays Mom still stretching Coupons, corners I stretch time Make nights feel shorter Phone still buzzin’ From the plug and the lawyers Heart still heavy But the drip feel warmer (woah) [Chorus] This that backblock sermon Every line, closed curtain Turn my worst days Into verses Turn my losses Into purpose Yeah, we came up Out the furnace Now my name good On the purchase This that backblock sermon Backblock sermon (hey!) [Verse 2] Got my day ones In a cracked iPhone Notes full of pain Turned stacks off poems Told lil bro: “Don’t chase my throne Chase peace, chase sleep Chase going back home” Still pray quiet When the plate look loud Still feel small When the crowd too proud If I fall off I’ma fall to the ground Kiss that dirt Then flip that sound (yeah) [Chorus] This that backblock sermon Every line, closed curtain Turn my worst days Into verses Turn my losses Into purpose Yeah, we came up Out the furnace Now my name good On the purchase This that backblock sermon Backblock sermon (woah)
Tags
rap, Moody modern trap banger with male vocals; eerie bell loop and filtered pads over sparse 808s and crisp hats. Verses stay tight and conversational, ad-libs tucked low. Hook hits with a wider stereo image, layered doubles, and a sub that swells on downbeats. Occasional reverse FX and chopped vocal stutters in turnarounds to keep it hypnotic yet club-ready., hip hop
Duration
1:54
Instrumental
No
Created
1/23/2026