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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
They laughed at my lunchbox, stains on the seat
Pushed me by the lockers, scuffs on my feet
Hallway 67, they circle like vultures
Tryna write my story in permanent sculpture
"Sigma, skibbidi," they chant like a game
Making up nicknames, tryna brand me with shame
But I walk past slow, eyes cold, no rush
Turn every ugly word into armor I trust
[Chorus]
Sigma in the hallway, walking like a king (yeah)
Skibbidi bullies talk, I don’t hear a thing (nah)
Grade 6 to 7, that’s my 67
Turn this schoolyard hell to my training heaven
Alpha in my head, not on your list
You can swing first, but you still gon’ miss
Sigma in the hallway, I don’t need a crowd
Skibbidi, skibbidi — I just walk proud
[Verse 2]
They flex cheap chains, fake tough, fake loud
Five deep in a group, scared of one-on-one now
I eat at the corner table, solo with a book
They whisper from a distance, but they never wanna look
Teacher say ignore it, “sticks and stones” speech
But you ain’t in the bathroom when they corner, then preach
So I count to 10, breathe slow, stay clever
Write bars in my head, I’ma flip this forever
[Chorus]
Sigma in the hallway, walking like a king (woo)
Skibbidi bullies talk, I don’t hear a thing
Grade 6 to 7, that’s my 67
Turn this schoolyard hell to my training heaven
Alpha in my chest, beating like a drum
You can call me weird, but my time gon’ come
Sigma in the hallway, I don’t need a crowd
Skibbidi, skibbidi — I just walk proud
[Bridge]
One day on a stage, I’ll point to the back
To the kid eating lunch alone, under attack
“Alpha ain’t the loud ones,” I’ll say in the light
“It’s the ones who survived every long, dark night”
[Chorus]
Sigma in the hallway, walking like a king (hey)
Skibbidi bullies talk, I don’t hear a thing
Grade 6 to 7, that’s my 67
Turn this schoolyard hell to my training heaven
Alpha in my mind, sharp like a blade
Cutting through the rumors and the games they played
Sigma in the hallway, say it out loud
Skibbidi, skibbidi — I just walk proud
Details
GeneratedJan 24, 2026
Duration2:02
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Hard drill-inflected boom-bap with modern trap hats, brooding piano loop and warped vocal chops; verses are tight, aggressive male vocals that flip playground slang into power, hook explodes with gang-style chants and octave-doubled leads, low 808 glues everything together as ad-libs punctuate the punchlines
Credits
Prompt byVocoderRhythm435
ModelAria v5
Prompt
using words sigma, skibbidi, 67, alpha, about school bullies, rap
