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Lyrics
[Chorus]
Till we all grow up, hands to the sky,
Beef on the table, now it's time to fry.
Lay it down, bury grudges, let it die,
Till we all grow up, till we all fly.
Till we all grow up, no more divide,
From the trenches to the throne, side by side.
Leave the hate in the dirt where it resides,
Till we all grow up, let the real ones ride.
[Verse]
Slap bass rattles, heartbeats in the trunk,
Mind sharp as switchblades, cutting through the funk.
History's a weapon, but I broke that junk,
Chains on the wrist? Nah, now it's gold chunks.
Tears on the asphalt, washed in the rain,
Scars on my name, but I’m numb to the pain.
Echoes in the hollow, empty halls of the game,
We stack bricks of truth, build a house from the shame.
[Chorus]
Till we all grow up, hands to the sky,
Beef on the table, now it's time to fry.
Lay it down, bury grudges, let it die,
Till we all grow up, till we all fly.
Till we all grow up, no more divide,
From the trenches to the throne, side by side.
Leave the hate in the dirt where it resides,
Till we all grow up, let the real ones ride.
Details
GeneratedDec 6, 2025
Duration1:46
LanguageEnglish
Style
dirty south, low, hip hop, rap, head-nod anthem with impactful pauses and layered vocal drops, heavy bass, trap
Credits
Prompt by
izayah
izayahModelAria v5
Prompt
rap, trap, hip hop Titled: “Till We All Grow Up” a dirty south banger with heavy bass beat pause utilization and a head bob anthem, powerful chorus, chorus first. People pitting aside differences. Low
