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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Mama said, "Boy, keep movin'"
So I did with a hole in my shoe
Cold fridge, rent late, still groovin'
Found a dollar and I made it two
Woke up broke, still I got up
Scraped my name out the mud again
Same block, same drain, same bus stop
But I saw gold where it all looked dead
[Pre-Chorus]
I been bent, I ain't breakin'
I been down, but I don't stay there
Hands tired, still I be takin'
Every loss and I turn it into bread
[Chorus]
Come up, come up
I got scars, but I got up
Come up, come up
I was lost, now I level up
Come up, come up
Talk slick, I don't give up
I been had enough
Now I'm eatin' from the rough
[Verse 2]
Backseat deals with a fake smile
Couple nights with my phone on ten
Crazy ass bitches, they stay wild
Try to drag me back in the pen
But I keep my heart in a locked box
Keep my work where the wolves can't see
If she bring smoke, let the block talk
I don't chase what ain't built for me
[Pre-Chorus]
I been bent, I ain't breakin'
I been down, but I don't stay there
Hands tired, still I be takin'
Every loss and I turn it into bread
[Chorus]
Come up, come up
I got scars, but I got up
Come up, come up
I was lost, now I level up
Come up, come up
Talk slick, I don't give up
I been had enough
Now I'm eatin' from the rough
[Bridge]
I seen love turn to leavin'
I seen friends wear a grin like a knife
Now I trust what my hands been buildin'
Not the shine, not the games, not the hype
[Final Chorus]
Come up, come up
I got scars, but I got up
Come up, come up
I was lost, now I level up
Come up, come up
Talk slick, I don't give up
I been had enough
Now I'm eatin' from the rough
Details
GeneratedMay 7, 2026
Duration3:24
LanguageEnglish
Style
Blues-trap hip-hop with a swung half-time pocket, dusty guitar licks over trap hats and a knocking snare, 78 BPM feel. Verse rides sparse drums, bass, and bent guitar; pre-chorus lifts with claps and a rising harmonica smear; chorus hits with stacked ad-libs and a chopped blues vocal tag. Male vocals, gritty close-mic verses, doubled hook, sly panned ad-libs, delay throws on punch lines, vinyl crackle and reverse guitar swells into transitions. Mix is rough-edged, warm, and punchy., blues
Credits
Prompt by
Rebel99
Rebel99ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
blues, trap, hip- hop song about coming up, struggling hustling, dealing with crazy ass bitches , male
