NoCap’s laying it all bare on “At My Worst,” his rawest confession yet dropping today—December 18—a melodic gut-check that turns street armor into a cracked-open diary, proving the realest flex is admitting when the weight’s too damn heavy.
You feel it from the jump: NoCap’s signature wavy flows over sparse, haunting keys and subtle 808 hums, that Alabama trap soul he’s patented since his Steel Human days, but dialed up with producer TheRealCBR’s moody edges for something almost confessional R&B. It’s introspective rap at its most unfiltered—bars weaving vulnerability like a threadbare quilt, grappling with the masks we wear (“I’m at my worst but I would never show it”) and the ghosts that haunt the wins.
Themes hit like quiet storms: burying grudges after betrayal, wrestling gratitude amid chaos, fatherhood’s quiet fire against the state’s cold grip, and that endless loop of loss—Slim’s murder still echoing like a skipped record. It’s NoCap’s creative pivot, trading some bravado for therapy-tinged truth, directed in the video by TheRealCBR and himself for that personal punch, all dimly lit rooms and shadowed stares that mirror the lyrics’ ache.
This standalone scorcher lands fresh off his 2025 glow-up, no album tether yet but buzzing like a sequel to January’s Before I Disappear Again (Deluxe)—that 29-track beast unpacking survival’s blur with cuts like “Champain” and “Sack Vision.” Fans hit the pre-save early, but today’s the drop: stream it on Spotify for those late-night loops that linger. Teased in cryptic Insta clips last week, it’s already got TikTok stitching “we tired of dyin’, we tired of cryin’” into their own silent screams, turning personal pain into communal catharsis.
NoCap’s at that rare crossroads—26, wiser after the deluxe’s chart siege and sold-out Steel Dreams tour that packed arenas from Mobile to ATL, where he’d pause mid-set to honor fallen homies like Slim. The Mobile menace who flipped SoundCloud whispers into platinum plaques is evolving hard: less about the ice, more about the fractures beneath, proving he’s not just surviving the game—he’s scripting its heartbeats, one veiled hurt at a time.
Dive into the At My Worst lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other NoCap tracks for more of his wavy, wounded trap confessions.
Lyrics of At My Worst by NoCap
I’m At My Worst But I Would Never Show It, It’s Simple
They Did Me Dirty But I Would Never Hold It Against ’em
I’m Havin’ Problems Showin’ God That I’m Really Thankful
I’m Way Too Fast To Beat The Block With All Of My Chains On
Not Givin’ In, I’m Takin’ On The Pain That I’m Made For
My Realest Friends, Now They Only Call Me For Paper
I’m Tryna Vent But By The End They Ask For A Favor
Judge Want Me Locked Away, I Had To Pray To Get A Bond
Gang Member To The State But I’m A Father To My Son
Killed Slim ‘fore I Could Make, Like I’m Ballin’ For Nothin’
No One Would Listen To Me ‘less I’d Go And Make A Song
So I Went And Made A Song
It Goes Somethin’ Like
We Tired Of Dyin’, We Tired Of Cryin’
Let The Hood Sing
We Tired Of Dyin’, We Tired Of Cryin’
Let The Hood Sing
I’m On The Stage, I Had To Duck The Rifles And The Choppers
I’m With Cortez But Somehow Still Ain’t Got It Right With Gwala
I Don’t Agree With ? But That’s Still My Partner
[?] T Always Told Me I Would Be Somebody
I Was A Kid When They Killed Fred, I Wish Jail On His Killers
Then I Got Older And Noticed It’d Be Better If I Kill ’em
Mama Do Whatever She Can, But It’s Hard Without No Figure
So When She Get Her Income Text, That’s When We Celebrate Christmas
‘Til This Day I Still Call ? My Father,
Even Though I Found Out That He Ain’t My Pops For Real
I’m Thankful For That Pain, It Turned Me Into A Monster
Nigga, In Other Words, That’s What Really Got Me Here
I’m Still Your Son, Nigga
I Swear To God, I-I Bleed This [?], Shit, I Bleed This Shark Shit
Raised Me And Slim Like We Was Real Brothers,
I’m Tryna Find Out Who Did That To Him
Made My Rap ’bout It Too Much
Niggas Gon’ Take It To They Headstone
I’m On The Top Floor With Three Sluts
My Baby Mama Say I’m Dead Wrong
You Know I Really Can’t Say Much
But I’ve Been Aimin’ At The Innocent ‘Bout You, Dog
‘Bout You, Dog, ‘Bout You, Dog, ‘Bout You, Dog
Not My Dog, Not My Dog, Not My Dog
I’m Screamin’ Not My Dog
Shy Introduced Me As Her Brother Then We End Up F**kin’
I Should’ve Kept It In My Pants ‘Cause Now I Lost A Friend
The Beef Was Deep Around That Time, [?]
This Before ? Had A Kid
At This Time I Don’t Even Think Lil’ E Was Poppin’ Pills
This Before Li’mical Perine Hit The NFL
And Tell Chanel I’m Growin’ Up, I’m Finally Bein’ Fair
I Brought You So Many Problems, Tell Jack I Asked About Him
We Come From A Small City, My Brother Had My Position
I’ll Never Roll Against You, I’ll Never Roll Against You
Heard Lil’ ? Caught A Body
Imagine That When We Was Sittin’ In Front Of ? House
Wonder Why I Sit In Silence,
‘Cause It’s Some Shit That I Ain’t Get To Talk To Duke About
Never Thought That Jay Would Move On
But, Girl, That Nigga Better Treat You Right
And I Get This Feeling I’m Alone Just Like Up On The Tail Lights
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