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Lyrics
[Intro]
Look at those rims spinning
Paint still drippin
Crawled out the clay, now I glisten
(yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1]
Came from a one-room spot, floor still cracked
Laid on a thin-ass mattress, roaches in the back
Mama had two jobs, tired in her shoes
I was in the notebook, plotting my move
Hand-me-down jeans, but the dream ran large
Stomach on empty, had to feed that hunger
Prayed on the porch, smoke in the air
Told myself “one day, we getting outta here”
[Chorus]
Look at me now, don’t I look good winning? (oh yeah)
Look at that shine, whole life different
Look at those rims spinning, spinning, spinning
Mud on my soles turned gold in a minute
Look at me now, don’t I look good winning? (so good)
Look at that smile, that’s real, not rented
Look at those rims spinning, spinning, spinning
I climbed from the mud, now the sky’s my ceiling
[Verse 2]
Used to get laughed at, shoes all split
Now the same ones watching gotta swallow that spit
Pulled up slow, but the grind ran fast
Long nights, long drives, gas on last
Dashboard cracked, but the vision stayed clean
Talked to myself, said “believe in the scheme”
Turned every “nah” to a “yeah, that’s him”
Now they know the name when I pull up and grin
[Chorus]
Look at me now, don’t I look good winning? (oh yeah)
Look at that shine, whole life different
Look at those rims spinning, spinning, spinning
Mud on my soles turned gold in a minute
Look at me now, don’t I look good winning? (so good)
Look at that smile, that’s real, not rented
Look at those rims spinning, spinning, spinning
I climbed from the mud, now the sky’s my ceiling
[Bridge]
From the red clay road to the big boy lane
I remember that rain, I remember that pain
Now every little scar feel sweet on my skin
‘Cause it all came together when I learned how to win
[Chorus]
Look at me now, don’t I look good winning? (oh yeah)
Look at that shine, whole life different
Look at those rims spinning, spinning, spinning
Mud on my soles turned gold in a minute
Look at me now, don’t I look good winning? (so good)
Look at that smile, that’s real, not rented
Look at those rims spinning, spinning, spinning
I climbed from the mud, now the sky’s my ceiling
Details
GeneratedApr 10, 2026
Duration2:40
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Sweltering Southern trunk-knocker, swung halftime drums and sub-heavy bass. Male vocals thick and drawled in the verses, confident but playful; female hook silky and stacked in harmonies, lifting the chorus. Organ stabs and muted guitar flickers under the rap, with call-and-response ad-libs and a late-song energy bump on the final hook., male vocals
Credits
Prompt byEternalCrown116
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Look at those rims spinning, southern rap male vocals female hook, look at the shine, yeah I climbed from mud, now look at me don't I look good winning
