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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
First pack in a plastic bag
Heart jump at the station
Mama think I’m at my cousin’s house
I’m out here chasing temptations
First gun heavy in my palm
Hands sweat, I can barely aim
Whole block yelling out my name
I just wanna outrun shame
Drive past where my brother fell
Fresh chalk on the weathered lane
Every car that slows down near
Got me grabbing at this chain
[Chorus]
Rain to pain, I was hustling in the thunder
Shoes soaked through, bills stuffed under
Running from the sirens, praying they don’t shout my name
Tried to make a dollar, lost my soul in the exchange
Rain to pain, all this money feel borrowed
Count it in the dark, spend it by tomorrow
Every single win got a face I can’t explain
Stacking dirty paper, but it drip like rain
[Verse 2]
Corner store light on my face
Mask up when they ride past slow
Cousin took three to the chest last fall
We still talk to his door
Funerals feel like reunions
Same pew, just a different name
Hugs smell like old cologne
Tears taste like blame
Blue lights flash in the rearview
Cut left down the alley, legs burn
Hop fence, rip jeans on the wire
Another lesson I refuse to learn
[Bridge]
How many chains for the ones in the graveyard
How many rides in a blacked‑out car
How many nights can a heart stay hard
When you dream in red, when you bleed in bars
[low vocal register] I keep seeing their faces when I close my eyes
[whispered vocals] All this cash, I still feel broke inside
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 27, 2025
Duration2:19
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dark cinematic trap beat, detuned bells and distant choirs under heavy sub bass. Verses in tense, breathy male vocals riding the pocket, ad-libs tucked wide. Hook explodes with layered chants and a distorted backing vocal doubling key phrases. Sparse piano hits in the bridge for a cold, reflective moment, then drums slam back in for the last chorus.
Credits
Prompt by
GhostMusic
GhostMusicModelAria v5
Prompt
rap song about making money by selling drugs drive bys . Friends and brothers killed by shootings. First gun scary. Running from the cops. Hustling from rain to pain
