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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
They said talk your talk
Right?
Uh
We up
[Verse 1]
Fresh fade
Boots laced
Name tape pressed
Board tape on my chest
Yeah
Black skin in this starched-up camo
Came from a block where they blame my shadow
Nervous in the hallway
Shirt tucked
Hand shake firm when they call my name
Sergeant majors on the far-side table
They stare straight through like they see my angels
"Why you join?"
I see mom on the rent line
"Where you lead?"
I see homies that ain’t get time
I speak calm
But my heart like a drum line
Thinking ‘bout the ones that ain’t see this sunshine
[Chorus]
I passed that board
Yeah
Write my name
Turn that rank up
Say my name
Came from mud
Now I claim this flame
Salute up high
They gon’ know my name
I passed that board
Yeah
Write my name
Turn that rank up
Say my name
Came from mud
Now I claim this flame
Salute up high
They gon’ know my name (yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
They ask stats
They ask regs
They ask plans
I see legs in the yard doing laps
That’s my squad
I say “They my why
They my job”
I talk sharp
That’s years of the struggle
Black kid marching through a system that shuffle
Faces like mine off the front of the puzzle
Now I’m here
And I’m built for the trouble
Walk out
Sweat on the back of my collar
Phone buzz
Whole section holler
“Bruh
How it go?” I just stare at the wall
Board NCO step out
Say
“Come down the hall”
That pause
That breath
“All recommended”
Fist to my chest
That pride cemented
Called my mom
She cried so loud
“Baby
You a leader now
Stand that proud”
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
From the block to the barracks to the long gray halls
From the doubt in their eyes to my name on the wall
Black soldier
Black son
Black hope
Stand tall
I ain’t just one win
I’m a door through the wall
[whispered vocals] Kick it down
Kick it down
[full voice] For the ones not here
Every stripe that I earn put a stripe on their fear
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 30, 2025
Duration3:02
LanguageEnglish
Style
NY drill beat with sliding 808s and skittering hi-hats, dark piano stabs and distant brass hits. Verses are tight, breathy, drill-flow pockets; hook widens with stacked gang-vocal ad-libs and a simple, chantable top line. Male vocals, gritty but proud, with occasional pitched backing layers on key phrases to make the win feel larger-than-life., drill
Credits
Prompt by
JonnyBoy
JonnyBoyModelAria v5
Prompt
New York drill style song about a black soldier passing his promotion board
