Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Black Bulls Yeah, we back in this (hey) Look [Verse 1] Cloak on my back, no crest on my chest Came from the mud, now they call us a threat Whole squad loud, kick doors, make a mess Turn every failure to a flex, that’s a test Outcasts turned captains of the sky Laugh in your face when you say we can’t rise Table full of misfits, chips on both sides Bet it on the Bulls, watch the odds flatline [Chorus] Black Bulls, we don’t break, we buck Too wild, too rough, too much If you ride with the herd, that’s trust If you stand in the way, that’s dust (Black Bulls) Black Bulls, from the gutter to the throne Turn a rundown base to a home If they hate, let ’em talk, let ’em choke We the name that they chant in the smoke (Black Bulls) [Verse 2] Boots by the door, we don’t plan, we react Laugh mid-fight, then we storm right back Turn one small room to a war-zone map Every scar on my arm like a victory tat We the last picked kids that rewrote the draft Turn a cracked old mug to a gold wine glass Never fit the mold, so we broke it in half Now it’s Black Bull rage in a champion’s path [Chorus] Black Bulls, we don’t break, we buck Too wild, too rough, too much If you ride with the herd, that’s trust If you stand in the way, that’s dust (Black Bulls) Black Bulls, from the gutter to the throne Turn a rundown base to a home If they hate, let ’em talk, let ’em choke We the name that they chant in the smoke (Black Bulls)
Tags
rap, Hard-hitting trap beat with rattling hi-hats, booming 808s, and eerie bell plucks. Male vocals, aggressive and tightly pocketed in the verses; hook is bold, chant-like, built for crowds to yell back. Ad-libs splash around the main vocal, with occasional octave-doubled lines to sound larger-than-life.
Duration
1:49
Instrumental
No
Created
1/27/2026