Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Phoenix suns, we in the light
Booker got the flame, he ready to bite
Dillon Brooks talk, then he come with the smoke
Jalen Green cut, make the whole rim choke
Goodwin slide in, quick with the steal
Gillespie in the lane, make the moment feel real
Mark Williams lock, big hands at the wall
Step wrong once, then you bound to fall
We don't do maybe, we do right now
Crowd on its feet when the score go down
Every possession, pressure in the paint
Talk too sweet, then the ankles get stained
[Pre-Chorus]
Hear that sound
Names ring loud
One more run
We ain't done
[Chorus]
Booker, Booker, bring the fire (Booker)
Dillon, Dillon, take it higher (Dillon)
Jalen, Jalen, slash and glide (Jalen)
Goodwin, Gillespie, right on time
Mark Williams, hold that line
Phoenix suns, we shine tonight
Booker, Booker, bring the fire
Phoenix suns, we burn it higher
[Verse 2]
Twelve on the clock, still calm in the trap
Book sees a seam and he rips through the gap
Dillon in your ear with a grin and a stare
Then Jalen hits open, that bucket ain't fair
Goodwin in the corner, ready to launch
Gillespie move sneaky, one dribble, then gone
Mark at the rim, that's a closed-off zone
Try at the glass, get sent back home
I like that pressure, I live for the strain
Fourth quarter cold but we play through the pain
Every loud mouth get quiet real quick
When the Valley get hot and the hands get slick
[Bridge]
Break for a second, then we back to run
One deep breath, then the work get done
From the first tipoff to the final horn
Same old hunger, same old storm
[Chorus]
Booker, Booker, bring the fire (Booker)
Dillon, Dillon, take it higher (Dillon)
Jalen, Jalen, slash and glide (Jalen)
Goodwin, Gillespie, right on time
Mark Williams, hold that line
Phoenix suns, we shine tonight
Booker, Booker, bring the fire
Phoenix suns, we burn it higher
Details
GeneratedJul 12, 2026
Duration2:32
LanguageEnglish
Style
Hip-hop rap with hard-hitting boom-bap drums, sliding 808 sub accents, crisp claps, and a tense halftime bounce; verse rides sparse piano stabs and clipped hi-hats, pre-chorus opens with rising synth blur and chant doubles, chorus lands with gang vocals on the names and a heavy bass swing. Add turntable scratches between lines, reverse cymbal lifts into each hook, and brief crowd-style shouts on the title phrase. Mix is punchy, bright, and arena-ready with a gritty low end., rap, hip hop
Credits
Prompt bygmoney
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Phoenix suns Devin Booker Dillon brooks Jalen green Goodwin Gillespie mark Williams hip hop rap
