Prompt / 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!)
Tags
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
Duration
2:32
Language
English
Instrumental
No
Created
4/17/2026