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Lyrics
[Intro]
[record crackle, crowd murmur]
Back of the bus days
Back of the lunch line
Desk drum, pen snap
Every word punchline (hey!)
[Verse 1]
We were ringtone kings
Flipped that factory loop to an anthem
Sidekick glow in the bleachers
Writing whole worlds in the margins
Snuck out cyphers by the lockers
Floor tiles shook when the hook hit
Kids yelled "go off, go harder"
We turned detention to a mosh pit
[Chorus]
Growing up, we were underground legends
Spitting in the park ‘til the stars went hazy
Every little tone, every click, every glitch
Turned the whole block wild, had the kids go crazy (woah)
Growing up, we were underground legends
Turn a cheap phone chirp to a stadium chant
If you know that life, throw your fist in the sky
From the back row, screaming like this our last chance (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Snapback, scuffed shoes, backpack full of burnt discs
Battle at the bus stop
You choke? That’s a plot twist
We learned hunger from the echo
When the crowd gave silence
Turned every doubt, every side-eye
Into sharpened violence
Now the same crew grown
But the spark still loud
Every time that tone hits
We right back in that crowd
[Chorus]
Growing up, we were underground legends
Spitting in the park ‘til the stars went hazy
Every little tone, every click, every glitch
Turned the whole block wild, had the kids go crazy (go crazy)
Growing up, we were underground legends
Turn a cheap phone chirp to a stadium chant
If you know that life, throw your fist in the sky
From the back row, screaming like this our last chance (last chance)
[Bridge]
This for every cracked screen, corner-store snack run
Every rushed verse in the notes of a flip phone
If you ever felt broke but you rapped like a rich one
You already know that the crew made a kingdom (yeah)
[Chorus]
Growing up, we were underground legends
Spitting in the park ‘til the stars went hazy
Every little tone, every click, every glitch
Turned the whole block wild, had the kids go crazy
Growing up, we were underground legends
Turn a cheap phone chirp to a stadium chant
If you know that life, throw your fist in the sky
From the back row, screaming like this our last chance (hey!)
Details
GeneratedApr 17, 2026
Duration2:32
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Hyperactive bubblegum trap meets underground battle cypher: male vocals over distorted 808s, cartoon FX chops, and cut-up ringtone melodies. Verses spit double-time with DJ scratches and crowd chants; chorus explodes with stacked shouts, sub-heavy drops, and glittery synth stabs. Aggressive, playful, relentlessly hype., turntablism, deep flow, tone, hardcore, deep, underground rap, noise, freestyle
Credits
Prompt by
KingDe4d
KingDe4dModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Growing up my friends, underground rap, hardcore, battle rap, freestyle, deep flow, upbeat, deep bass, sound effects, turntablism, noise, ringtone, tone, bubblegum bass, hype, male
