

Prompt / Lyrics
I’m on a chaotic plane bustin’ it wit the gang Like call me Mr. Gucci Mane, money got me smilin’ in the pain Of good gains—fuck these bitches tho, I put a dot on her head, draw up the spread Saucin’, tossin’, we put it up like Curry for three From the top of the key droppin’ dimes 10 at a time, searchin’ to be searched She said she just goin’ with the flow I told her I’d eat her ass then send her to the bros Ion fuck wit these hoes, they only here for the money Gotta keep my back on the wall, pray to God I don’t fall Now I’m steppin’ through the smoke, diamonds hittin’ like a strobe They ain’t never seen a youngin’ turn a vision to a throne I’ve been runnin’ through the lows, turned the pressure into gold Cut a couple bitches off, left ’em blocked on airplane mode In the city like a ghost, movin’ silent with the toast If you talkin’ on my name, better say it with yo chest, bro I’ve been grindin’ for the check tho, money stretch like a death row Chain swingin’ heavy like it’s tryna hit a Eurostep, woah Heart cold but the pockets on swole Gotta move like a king, every step too bold If she tryna play games, she can hit the damn road Never chase no bitch—only racks, never fold ⸻ 🎶 HOOK (Catchy, hard, trap vibe) Chaotic plane, bitch I’m flyin’ wit the gang (gang) Money make me smile through the pain—good gains (gains) Curry with the shot, from the top long range (swish) If it ain’t ’bout a bag, stay the hell out my way Yeah, I’m up now, fuck whoever threw shade (shade) I don’t trust no hoe, they just lookin’ for the play (play) Back against the wall but I rise every day (day) Pray to God I don’t fall—still I ball, run the game 🎵 BRIDGE (Melodic, floaty, but still gritty) I’ve been ridin’ through the night, tryna outrun fate Tryna stack another hundred just to numb my pain If they ever switch sides, I won’t say no names Cut ’em off, let ’em fade, I’ll be good, I’ll be straight I’ve been climbin’ from the bottom, now the sky look close All these demons on my back, had to let ’em all go If she playin’ with my heart, then I’m goin’ ice cold Ain’t no love in this life when you chasin’ that gold Yeah… I’ve been runnin’ through the storms, through the hate, through the lies Made it farther than they thought, I can see it in they eyes Everybody want a piece when they see you on the rise But wasn’t nobody there when I barely could survive Now it’s big dreams, big moves, put it all on the line If the world turn cold, still the hustle stay mine I done climbed out the dirt, now I shimmer, now I shine Tell ’em this ain’t luck—this was grind after grind And if I fall, I’ll stand again, that’s a promise, that’s a vow What I wanted back then, I’m becoming it now For the pain, for the struggle, for the ones not around— Yeah, I’m takin’ every step like God’s showin’ me how Fade out slow… let the real ones know: I ain’t stoppin’, I ain’t foldin’, I ain’t lettin’ shit go. This the life that I chose… and I’m still in control. Chase the dream, chase the bag—
Tags
rap, modern trap, souther hip hop, male
3:34
No
12/9/2025