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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Gold hoops, chipped paint on my nails
Phone full of texts you erased, all fails
You call it "love," I call it jail
You call me crazy, I call you stale
You dim my shine, then ask for the glow
Took my "sorry"s, wore them like gold
Cooked for your ego, cleaned up your mess
Now my backbone louder than my chest
[Chorus]
Fuck you, finally
I chose me, violently
No more begging for a seat
At a table built to bleed me
Fuck you, finally
Hear my heels on the concrete
Every step a little free
You lost the best part of your week
[Verse 2]
You loved me small, I grew too tall
Shrank my voice just to fit your walls
You played king in that folding chair
I brought the throne, you brought hot air
You hate when I talk, but you love when I rap
‘Cause the truth hit harder over kicks that slap
I’m the prize you tried to pawn for clout
Now the prize walked off, left you in the drought
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Black girl magic
You tried to tax it
Tried to cap it, tried to trap it
Now it’s blasting, you can’t catch it
I’m not your rehab
Not your last chance
Not your "she’ll stay"
When the world won’t stand
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 4, 2026
Duration2:42
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Hard, swung boom-bap with modern low-end knock, crisp snares and gritty piano loop. Verses stay tight and confrontational with subtle choir stabs on the back half of each bar; hook explodes with stacked female vocals chanting the title, distant crowd chants tucked in the sides. Brief breakdown before last hook with filtered drums then full-band drop for maximum release. Female vocals, raw and upfront., dynamic
Credits
Prompt by
KTC
KTCModelAria v5
Prompt
A, rap about a black woman rapping about finally deciding to say fuck you. Leaving a toxic dynamic.
