Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Walk in, same desk, same dead eyes
Suit too tight on your thick disguise
Clock my time like you own my life
Talk real slick, never paid that price
You love charts more than your kids, I swear
Smile so fake that it peels in the air
Promised growth, all I got was the blame
You grip my neck just to guard your name (yeah)
[Chorus]
You want blood, not work, I see that
Wanna ride my back, never relax
Treat my spine like a broke-down track
You want my soul, but you slack this check
You want sweat, my sleep, my years
Turn my grind into your premiere
I’m done bowin’ down to you like that
You want my life, but you slack this check (hey!)
[Verse 2]
You love talkin’ “team” when it props you up
Then you throw us all under when you feel stuck
Call at night, act shocked when I pick up rough
“Why you sound so tired?” ‘cause this place corrupt
You shake hands, stab backs in the same damn day
Take my win, paste your name on the frame
You a hallway rumor in a cheap toupee
Whole fake kingdom on a folding stage (yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
You want blood, not work, I see that
Wanna ride my back, never relax
Treat my spine like a broke-down track
You want my soul, but you slack this check
You want sweat, my sleep, my years
Turn my grind into your premiere
I’m done bowin’ down to you like that
You want my life, but you slack this check (woo)
[Bridge]
One day that chair gon’ spin, find you gone
New nameplate where your crown sat wrong
All that pressure that you stacked on us
Gon’ crack your mask, watch it turn to dust (yeah)
[Chorus]
You want blood, not work, I see that
Wanna ride my back, never relax
Treat my spine like a broke-down track
You want my soul, but you slack this check
You want sweat, my sleep, my years
Turn my grind into your premiere
I’m done bowin’ down to you like that
You want my life, but you slack this check (uh)
Style
rapdarkbell-driven trap beat with skittering hi-hats and booming 808s; verses spit in a tightsneering pocket with dryupfront male vocals; hook explodes with layered gang chantsdistorted ad-libsand drops that leave space for punchlines to land; subtle choir pad swells in the bridge to amp the drama before a finalstripped-back chorus
Prompt
A hateful song about your boss at work that won’t cut you some slack, rap, male, trap
Credits
Prompt by
BurningAura
BurningAuraGeneratedJan 23, 2026
ModelAria v5
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