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Lyrics
[Chorus]
When I became the big homie, they all took a knee,
Came from dirt and baloney, now the feast’s on me.
They used to laugh, now they owe me, crown heavy, can’t flee,
When I became the big homie, streets talk, I’m the key.
(Yeah, yeah, I’m the key, uh-huh, big homie!)
[Verse 1]
Cracked soles on the pavement, prayers to the sky,
Dreams stitched in my pocket, watch the struggle fly.
Mama worked two shifts, her tears never dry,
Now my pockets swole thick, like the burgers we’d fry.
Corners taught me lessons, chalk lines drew fate,
Saw the devil in a handshake, deals by the crate.
Weight on my shoulders, now I bench press hate,
Flipped a dub to a stack, now the cash inflate.
[Chorus]
When I became the big homie, they all took a knee,
Came from dirt and baloney, now the feast’s on me.
They used to laugh, now they owe me, crown heavy, can’t flee,
When I became the big homie, streets talk, I’m the key.
(Big dog, I’m the key, yeah yeah, big homie!)
[Verse 2]
Felt the rain on my hoodie, nights colder than stone,
Used to hustle with the roaches, now the throne’s my zone.
Enemies on my phone, try to clone my tone,
But they copy off the blueprint that I built on my own.
From the trap to the penthouse, no elevators,
Grind so loud, turned doubters to spectators.
Used to borrow from my neighbors, now I’m signing papers,
For my crew, for my fam, feeding generations later.
Details
GeneratedNov 30, 2025
Duration1:58
LanguageEnglish
Style
hard-hitting 808s, rap, hip hop, haunting synths, trap, harmonized, gritty male vocals, dirty south, harmonized adlibs
Credits
Prompt by
izayah
izayahModelAria v5
Prompt
rap, trap, hip hop dirty south banger. Chorus first. Harmonized adlibs libs. Title “When I Became The big homie” about the boy on the block who had to grind to try and get out
