Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Mama working doubles
Food stamps on the table
Cousin doing time
Whole block felt unstable
Shoes had holes
But the dream never did
Writing in a notebook
Little Black kid
Sirens as a lullaby
Sleeping through the shouting
Every adult in the house
Half hope, half doubting
I was praying in the dark
Talking to the ceiling
Saying “If I make it out
I’ma give ’em all this feeling”
[Chorus]
I came from nothing, I made it something (yeah)
Turned all that pressure into a blessing
They wrote me off, but I kept running
Now every setback look like a lesson
They tried to break me, I kept on climbing
Bruises on my name, but it’s still shining
I came from nothing, I made it something
I made it something, I made it something
[Verse 2]
Teachers said “statistics”
I heard “prison sentence”
I heard “you won’t be”
I turned it to a mission
Friends in the grave
I still talk when I’m alone
Tell ’em “Look at what we did
Every time I grab this throne”
Section 8 ceiling
Now it’s high-rise views
Same hands that were shaking
Now they lace my shoes
I ain’t forget those winters
No heat, just breath
Every cold night built
This fire in my chest (yeah)
[Chorus]
I came from nothing, I made it something
Turned all that pressure into a blessing
They wrote me off, but I kept running
Now every setback look like a lesson
They tried to break me, I kept on climbing
Bruises on my name, but it’s still shining
I came from nothing, I made it something
I made it something, I made it something
[Bridge]
Tell my people in the struggle
Hold on, don’t fold
Your story ain’t finished
It’s the middle, not the whole
Every scar on your spirit
That’s proof you survived
You breathing right now
That mean you still can rise (rise)
[Chorus]
I came from nothing, I made it something
Turned all that pressure into a blessing
They wrote me off, but I kept running
Now every setback look like a lesson
They tried to break me, I kept on climbing
Bruises on my name, but it’s still shining
I came from nothing, I made it something
I made it something, I made it something (yeah)
Details
GeneratedFeb 5, 2026
Duration2:37
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Moody trap beat built around a minor-key piano loop and booming 808s, crisp hi-hats skittering. Male vocals, intimate on the verses with close-mic grit; hook doubles up with stacked harmonies and a subtle gospel-style pad. Second half adds airy synths and extra percussion for lift, then drops back to just piano and vocal on the final line for a powerful close., hip hop
Credits
Prompt by
HighDefSound
HighDefSoundModelAria v5
Prompt
black hip hop, rap, african American rap, trap, hip hop a song about triumph over hardships
