

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Brown bag on the bottle Dice game in the hallway Old heads yelling "shorty You gon' end up in the wrong place" Chrome tucked in a starter coat Dark eyes Heart gone colder Crew posted by the corner store Every kid trying to be older Saw a dude flash thick cash Thought that made him a target One nod One quick plan Now they walking through the projects Whispered "Wait for the back steps He always leaves through the side" You can hear the radiator knocking Same time as his pride [Chorus] These are grimy corner tales Where the fast life always fails Everybody chasing quick wins Till the blood stains under their Timbs Grimy corner tales Same story under different veils Tryna live large for a minute Then a cell locks and you in it [Verse 2] He ran up Hands steady At least that’s what he told friends But his voice shook on the last word When he told it again Dude reached Scared for his wallet Thought he grabbed for a blade Finger slipped Loud crack Night sky tearing like tape Neighbors at the window Frozen Sirens talking from afar One kid standing in a puddle Asking "How deep are we now?" Judge read out twenty-five Like reading off a bus time He said "I only wanted paper" But paper cost him his whole life [Chorus] These are grimy corner tales Where the fast life always fails Everybody chasing quick wins Till the blood stains under their Timbs Grimy corner tales Same story under different veils Tryna live large for a minute Then a cell locks and you in it
Tags
Dusty 90s boom-bap with swung drums, filtered jazz loop, and gritty vinyl crackle. Male vocals sitting upfront, doubled on key punchlines. Hooks ride a hypnotic bassline with subtle turntable cuts; verses stay tight and story-driven, building from low simmer to hard-hitting street snapshots.
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No
4/1/2026