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Lyrics
[Verse]
King on the mountain, gold crown feelin' heavy,
Pockets deep, but the weight ain't steady.
Marble floors where my footsteps echo,
Chandelier swingin', still feelin' hollow.
Climbed so high, now the air gets thin,
Breathin' success but it burn my skin.
Statues of me, but I can’t find me,
Lost in the throne room, cold and shiny.
[Chorus]
Sky’s the ceiling, I’m breakin’ through,
War cries echo, trumpets blew.
Riches stacked, what more to do?
Limits of success got me seein’ blue.
[Verse 2]
Gold-plated walls, they box me in,
Diamonds cut light, but they cut my grin.
Enemies toast me, fake smiles gleam,
Victory tastes like a melted dream.
War cry sound when I take my steps,
Trumpets blare, but I ain't impressed.
From rags to riches, now riches to rags,
Heart in a vault, but the lock still drags.
[Bridge]
War drums beat, can you feel that tension?
Every crown’s cursed, did I forget to mention?
Palace of mirrors, my reflection split,
Success ain't sweet when you choke on it.
Details
GeneratedNov 22, 2025
Duration1:33
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, sharp hi-hats, trap, heavy 808s, dramatic with male vocals, orchestral brass hits
Credits
Prompt by
J_Dunn
J_DunnModelAria v5
Prompt
Trap beat song about reaching the limits of success. Adlibs of war cry and trumpets
