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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)
Details
GeneratedJan 23, 2026
Duration1:54
LanguageTurkish
Style
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
Credits
Prompt by
KingThorn
KingThornModelAria v5
Prompt
rap, trap, hip hop
