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[Verse 1]
I came up where the floors stay split
Old hood smell in my jacket zip
Corner store glow on a rain-streaked glass
Momma said move, but I move too fast
New book bag with a busted strap
Loose leaf dreams in a paper sack
I seen fake love on a borrowed smile
So I keep my pace and I keep my file
[Pre-Chorus]
Count that pain, turn it to gold
Same old block, new on my soul
Hands stay clean, but the work stay raw
I don’t fold, I don’t stall
[Chorus]
Back alley proof
I been that truth
Back alley proof
Still cut through
Back alley proof
Watch me move
Back alley proof
I been that truth
[Verse 2]
Bus stop frost and a chipped-up chain
Two missed calls and a pocket full of change
I built this calm from a storm door slam
From hand-me-down plans and a stubborn stand
They want my spark, want my name in flames
Want me to chase what I can’t contain
But I got grit in the soles I wear
And a long hard stare that don’t ask fair
[Pre-Chorus]
Count that pain, turn it to gold
Same old block, new on my soul
Hands stay clean, but the work stay raw
I don’t fold, I don’t stall
[Chorus]
Back alley proof
I been that truth
Back alley proof
Still cut through
Back alley proof
Watch me move
Back alley proof
I been that truth
[Bridge]
If I disappear, my steps still speak
On the cracked-up blocks where the nights run deep
I learned my worth in the hard-time school
Now I walk like I made the rules
[Chorus]
Back alley proof
I been that truth
Back alley proof
Still cut through
Back alley proof
Watch me move
Back alley proof
I been that truth
Details
GeneratedJun 17, 2026
Duration2:45
LanguageEnglish
Style
Boom bap hip-hop with dusty swing, crisp snare cracks, and head-nod pocket; verse rides chopped piano and warm bass, pre-chorus strips to drums and a vocal chop, chorus hits with stacked gang responses and a snapped drum loop. Lead vocal is close-mic, dry and gritty with doubled punchlines, ad-lib echoes at line ends. Ear candy: vinyl crackle into the intro, tape-stop before the hook, bell stabs on transitions. Mix is punchy, smoky, and front-row intimate., rap, hip hop
Credits
Prompt by
Rotexthareal
RotextharealModelAria v5.5
Prompt
rap, hip hop, boom bap
