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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
She walk alone on the block, no fear
Head up high, she been through the years
Told them boys, “I don’t need no hand”
She got her own cash, her own plan
Heard that talk, she don’t fold, she stand
Cold as the wind when she cross that land
Pretty with scars, still sharp, still clean
They see that glare, they know what it mean
[Pre-Chorus]
One phone light
One hard stare
Everywhere she go, she there
No backup, still
She don’t break
Step too close, that’s a mistake
[Chorus]
She on her own, on her own
Too cold to roam alone
She on her own, on her own
Street made her skin like stone
She on her own, on her own
Still she run that zone (run that zone)
She on her own, on her own
Yeah, she don’t need your throne
[Verse 2]
Back at the corner store, she paid in full
Talk too slick, she don’t bite the pull
Eye on the exits, watch that grin
She know the game, she won’t let them in
Found her lane in the smoke and rain
Lost some friends, still she kept her name
No crown on top, but she move like steel
Every step say the same thing: real
[Pre-Chorus]
One phone light
One hard stare
Everywhere she go, she there
No backup, still
She don’t break
Step too close, that’s a mistake
[Chorus]
She on her own, on her own
Too cold to roam alone
She on her own, on her own
Street made her skin like stone
She on her own, on her own
Still she run that zone (run that zone)
She on her own, on her own
Yeah, she don’t need your throne
[Bridge]
They tried to box her in
She slipped right past
Learned how to win
From the first to last
If the world go hard
She go harder back
Baby got that spark
And a savage track
[Chorus]
She on her own, on her own
Too cold to roam alone
She on her own, on her own
Street made her skin like stone
She on her own, on her own
Still she run that zone (run that zone)
She on her own, on her own
Yeah, she don’t need your throne
Details
GeneratedMay 2, 2026
Duration2:11
LanguageEnglish
Style
Chicago drill rap with sliding sub-bass, rattling hi-hats, and tense minor-key piano stabs; verse rides sparse drums and sharp one-bar punchlines, pre-chorus tightens with rising ad-libs and snare rolls, chorus hits with doubled chant vocals and a cold gang hook. Vocal stays close-mic and gritty, with shouted doubles, delay throws on punch words, and quick ear-candy reverses into each drop. Bright, hard-edged, and ruthless in the mix., drill, rap
Credits
Prompt byShadowNoon
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
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