

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah Look ( I made it ) [Verse 1] Mama cried in the kitchen light Past due on the rent all night Hand-me-downs, but the dream fit right Kept my faith tucked tight in my sleeve Missed calls from the old hometown “Don’t forget us when you wear that crown” Now the plane touch down, I’m back around And it’s hard to believe [Chorus] I made it From the floor to the ceiling, yeah I changed it Every “no” that they gave me, I repainted Turned the pain into gold, I can taste it I can taste it I made it All the nights I was praying, now I’m blazing Put the doubt in a grave, then I raised it From the edge of the fall, now I’m waving Saying “look, I made it” (yeah, yeah) [Verse 2] Used to write on the back of bills Every bar was a way to heal Job calls, but I called in “still Got a verse I can’t kill, gotta finish this” Friends laughed, said “you’re not that guy” Same ones now tryna catch that high When they ask, “what’s the secret, why?” I just point to the scars that they missed [Chorus] I made it From the floor to the ceiling, yeah I changed it Every “no” that they gave me, I repainted Turned the pain into gold, I can taste it I can taste it I made it All the nights I was praying, now I’m blazing Put the doubt in a grave, then I raised it From the edge of the fall, now I’m waving Saying “look, I made it” (I made it) [Bridge] This for every time I almost quit (almost) Heart broke, but I held that grip (hold on) Talked down, but I flipped that script Now my name on the door they locked This for every tear I never showed Every mile on that lonely road If they ask how the story goes Tell ’em I don’t stop [Chorus] I made it From the floor to the ceiling, yeah I changed it Every “no” that they gave me, I repainted Turned the pain into gold, I can taste it I can taste it I made it All the nights I was praying, now I’m blazing Put the doubt in a grave, then I raised it From the edge of the fall, now I’m waving Saying “look, I made it” (oh, I made it)
Tags
rap, Clean, modern melodic pop-rap over bouncy trap drums and bright, shimmering synths; gritty male vocals with emotional vibrato on the hooks, tight punchy verses, glossy ad-libs tucked behind key lines. Big radio-ready chorus with stacked harmonies on the title phrase, subtle pads rising into each downbeat for lift, polished mix with a warm low end and crisp top sheen., emotional, deep, bright, pop rap
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No
2/19/2026