Ground Up
Built this from bare concrete. π― No silver spoons, just a blueprint scratched in the dark and enough friction to spark a flame. π₯ Some people inherit the house. some of us pour the foundation with bruised hands while the floorboards are still missing. Press play Lyrics: Woke up before the alarm was even a thought, Paid for my lessons with things that couldn't be bought. Spoon in my mouth was just plastic, I had to carve, Watched the wolves at the table pretend they didn't starve. Cement in my sneakers, I walked through the concrete flood, Signed every contract I had with my own thick blood. They passing the baton, I built my own relay track, Carrying bricks in a duffel right on my spine. Nobody opened a window, I smashed the glass, Moving too fast for the shadows to catch my past. Counted my ribs through my shirt when the pantry stayed bare, Now they inhale the same oxygen that I carved out there. Never inherited leverage, I lifted the floor, Turning the locks from the outside, slamming the door. A skeleton crew in my mind when the midnight hits, Patching my jacket with patience and leftover wits. They measuring worth by the weight of a heavy chain, I'm measuring mine by the gallons of bottled rain. Kept my hands in my pockets to hide how they blistered up, Drinking the bitterest drops from a broken cup. I didn't lean on a crutch, I amputated the doubt, Figured out how to lock fires from the inside out. They waiting for handouts to drop like a falling leaf, I was turning my silence into a heavy brief. No silver spoon, just a scalpel to cut the fat, Sitting alone in a room where the echoes chat. I built the stairs as I climbed up the empty shaft, They studying theory, I'm mastering hand to craft. A ghost in my own shoes, walking a crooked line, Converting the friction of living into design. I severed the safety net just to learn how to catch, Lighting a match in a windstorm, hoping to match. The fridge was a museum of items we couldn't touch, Talked to myself in the mirror because it meant much.
You may also like
Leave a comment
Built this from bare concrete. π― No silver spoons, just a blueprint scratched in the dark and enough friction to spark a flame. π₯ Some people inherit the house. some of us pour the foundation with bruised hands while the floorboards are still missing. Press play Lyrics: Woke up before the alarm was even a thought, Paid for my lessons with things that couldn't be bought. Spoon in my mouth was just plastic, I had to carve, Watched the wolves at the table pretend they didn't starve. Cement in my sneakers, I walked through the concrete flood, Signed every contract I had with my own thick blood. They passing the baton, I built my own relay track, Carrying bricks in a duffel right on my spine. Nobody opened a window, I smashed the glass, Moving too fast for the shadows to catch my past. Counted my ribs through my shirt when the pantry stayed bare, Now they inhale the same oxygen that I carved out there. Never inherited leverage, I lifted the floor, Turning the locks from the outside, slamming the door. A skeleton crew in my mind when the midnight hits, Patching my jacket with patience and leftover wits. They measuring worth by the weight of a heavy chain, I'm measuring mine by the gallons of bottled rain. Kept my hands in my pockets to hide how they blistered up, Drinking the bitterest drops from a broken cup. I didn't lean on a crutch, I amputated the doubt, Figured out how to lock fires from the inside out. They waiting for handouts to drop like a falling leaf, I was turning my silence into a heavy brief. No silver spoon, just a scalpel to cut the fat, Sitting alone in a room where the echoes chat. I built the stairs as I climbed up the empty shaft, They studying theory, I'm mastering hand to craft. A ghost in my own shoes, walking a crooked line, Converting the friction of living into design. I severed the safety net just to learn how to catch, Lighting a match in a windstorm, hoping to match. The fridge was a museum of items we couldn't touch, Talked to myself in the mirror because it meant much.
The energy in this track is crazy you're bringing that real heat! π₯π Keep grinding β Bars: Perfect π― Delivery: Perfect π― Impression: Perfect π―
Your flow's deadly, a real threat to the competition! π Bars: Perfect π― Delivery: Perfect π― Impression: Perfect π―
Your flow is smooth, can't wait for more tracks! ππ€ Bars: Dope π₯ Delivery: Perfect π― Impression: Dope π₯
God bless you Jesus is lord God is good DOPE π Bars: Perfect π― Delivery: Perfect π― Impression: Perfect π―
BLESSED π definitely patiently listen Amazing π Bars: Perfect π― Delivery: Perfect π― Impression: Perfect π―
I'm feeling this β€οΈ I'm feeling this β€οΈ I'm feeling this β€οΈ much respect πͺπΎ Bars: Perfect π― Delivery: Perfect π― Impression: Perfect π―
BALLER π HEAT π₯΅og dinosaur playlist officially thanks for contribution π¦ π¦ π only real ones π― my favorite songs i bump BALLER π HEAT π₯΅ Sweet π¬ Bars: Perfect π― Delivery: Perfect π― Impression: Perfect π―
Respect π€πΎπ€πΎπ«‘π―Grace & Peace ππΎππΎ Bars: Perfect π― Delivery: Perfect π― Impression: Perfect π―
Hi @kodexthearchivist! Here's a couple tips for your track 'Ground Up'! π₯ 1. Make sure your mix is A1 Saucin' before uploading to Rap Fame! We'd love to see the best you've got! π 2. Remember to add dope cover art to your tracks to really show off your image and vibes! π 3. Find out the reaction to your track through Judge 4 Judge, another user will leave instant feedback whilst you simultaneously do the same for their track! π― Submit more for feedback from us and community to see how you're progressing! πͺ All the best, The Rap Fame Team π
Bars: Perfect π― Delivery: Perfect π― Impression: Perfect π―
Bars: Perfect π― Delivery: Perfect π― Impression: Perfect π―
ATE π Bars: Perfect π― Delivery: Perfect π― Impression: Perfect π―
Bars: Perfect π― Delivery: Perfect π― Impression: Perfect π―
Gas β½οΈ Bars: Perfect π― Delivery: Perfect π― Impression: Perfect π―
Love β€οΈβπ₯ Bars: Perfect π― Delivery: Perfect π― Impression: Perfect π―
keep working πͺ Bars: Dope π₯ Delivery: Dope π₯ Impression: Perfect π―
SICK π» Bars: Perfect π― Delivery: Perfect π― Impression: Perfect π―
Respect π€π€ LIT π₯ Stay lit β‘ Dig it π Bars: Perfect π― Delivery: Perfect π― Impression: Perfect π―
Bars: Perfect π― Delivery: Perfect π― Impression: Perfect π―