[Intro (spoken, filtered)] Yeah… They see the shine Not the cracks ⸻ [Verse 1 (rap)] Step in the room, lights stutter Flashbulbs pop, hearts flutter They want the look, want the cover But don’t want dirt in the gutter Built this crown from busted dreams Late nights, cracked screens They say, “Smile, you made it” Like we didn’t bleed between I learned early how to pose How to freeze when the camera glows Every angle tells a story Only we’ll ever know ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Hands up, chin high They don’t hear the battle cry If the world wants a doll tonight I’ll still bite when they cross the line ⸻ [Chorus] We hit the glass ceiling, hear it shatter Gold chains, bad habits, doesn’t matter They love us loud, they love us pretty But we came up from nothing in this neon city If they talk, let ‘em listen Every step is a collision We don’t fall—we crack the system Yeah, we hit the glass ceiling ⸻ [Verse 2 – (sing-rap)] Sugarcoat lies in a velvet tone Tell me who I am, who I’m supposed to be known Cute face, soft voice, stay in your lane But I got sharp thoughts they can’t contain They want pieces, not the whole Play my heart like a console But I learned cheat codes in the dark Now I’m tearing through the role ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] I won’t fold, I won’t fade I won’t play the part you made If I’m fire wrapped in lace I’ll still burn through the stage ⸻ [Chorus] We hit the glass ceiling, hear it shatter Gold chains, bad habits, doesn’t matter They love us loud, they love us pretty But we came up from nothing in this neon city If they talk, let ‘em listen Every step is a collision We don’t fall—we crack the system Yeah, we hit the glass ceiling ⸻ [Bridge (rap, stripped beat)] Say we’re lucky, say we’re fake Say we’re something you can take But luck don’t bleed, luck don’t break Luck don’t die to self-create (Beat drops back in) ⸻ [Final Chorus (double time, heavier beat)] We hit the glass ceiling, hear it shatter All eyes on us, doesn’t matter They built the rules, we bent the vision Turned their limits into ignition If they stare, let ‘em witness Every scar is our religion From the floor to superstition Yeah, we hit the glass ceiling ⸻ [Outro (layered)] Cracks in the mirror, still I rise Say my name, I won’t apologize
