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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Backpage fold in my back pocket, raw ink
Train pass bent, but I never let the thought sink
Boots on the curb, I’m a real one from the first look
Hands full of grit, still I write like a church book
You can hear the floor creak when I step in the room
I came with the smoke of the bus stop gloom
Old jean jacket, stain on the cuff
But the mouth got gold when the day got rough
I don’t chase shine, I make mine
Tape deck spun, now the whole block paid mine
Sharp with the line, I’m a cut in the wool
Stay calm, stay hungry, stay hard to pull
[Pre-Chorus]
Lean in close
Hear that snap
One more bar
Then it all comes back
[Chorus]
Backpage bounce, backpage bounce
Say it loud, let it roll around
Backpage bounce, backpage bounce
Old-school swing with a new-day sound
Backpage bounce, backpage bounce
Hold that pulse, don’t let it go down
Backpage bounce, backpage bounce
We come up when the drums come round
[Verse 2]
Corner store receipt stuffed under the pad
Three o’clock rain on a half-read ad
Mama told me, “Boy, keep your head on straight”
So I learned how to build with a bent-up plate
No fancy talk, I got brick in the rhyme
Little cuts, little truth, big bite every time
Met a fake smile, I let it pass by
I can smell the lie in the back of the eye
My crew move quiet but the room know the name
One look, one nod, then the whole thing changed
We don’t beg for space, we take that lane
Leave a hot mark where the cold used to hang
[Pre-Chorus]
Lean in close
Hear that snap
One more bar
Then it all comes back
[Chorus]
Backpage bounce, backpage bounce
Say it loud, let it roll around
Backpage bounce, backpage bounce
Old-school swing with a new-day sound
Backpage bounce, backpage bounce
Hold that pulse, don’t let it go down
Backpage bounce, backpage bounce
We come up when the drums come round
[Bridge]
[Filtered sample flip]
From the cheap seats to the front row wave
From the hard days to the loans we saved
Still that same hand, still that same grit
Still that same fire in the way we spit
[Chorus]
Backpage bounce, backpage bounce
Say it loud, let it roll around
Backpage bounce, backpage bounce
Old-school swing with a new-day sound
Backpage bounce, backpage bounce
Hold that pulse, don’t let it go down
Backpage bounce, backpage bounce
We come up when the drums come round
Details
GeneratedJun 23, 2026
Duration3:10
LanguageEnglish
Style
Boom bap hip hop with dusty chopped drums, upright bass thump, and crisp snare cracks; verse rides a head-nod pocket with tight internal rhymes, pre-chorus strips to bass and rim clicks, and the chorus hits with doubled hook vocals and gang ad-libs. Add vinyl crackle on the intro, reversed cymbal swells into the hook, and a filtered sample flip in the bridge. Intimate close-mic lead, bright and punchy mix., hip hop, rap
Credits
Prompt by
Rotexthareal
RotextharealModelAria v5.5
Prompt
rap, boom bap, hip hop
