Lyrics
[Intro]
Late bus on Broad
Cold wind, same coat
Corner store dinner
Dreams in my notebook (yeah)
[Chorus]
This that South Philly state of mind (state of mind)
Row homes, wire lines, hard to climb (hard to climb)
Got my pain in a carry-on bag
Run the block, run the odds, run it back
(Ohh) I been low, I been high on the grind
(Yeah) Every scar, every loss in the rhyme
If I make it out, they gon’ say it in time
Started here, in that South Philly state of mind
[Verse 1]
Woke up to a landlord bangin' on the door
Mama yellin' through the wall, "I can't take this anymore"
Uncle on the couch, half-gone, tryin' to score
Little cuz learnin' cuss words before he learn the lore
Septa pass, last swipe, that's my car key
Whole world past due bill, tryna charge me
Judge lookin' at my city like it's all me
But he ain't see my homie share a hoagie just to calm me
Block cookouts, beef still on simmer
Laughin' over fries, talkin' how we gettin' bigger
Heard the shots two alleys down from the dinner
News said "another number"—I remember he was a winner
[Chorus]
This that South Philly state of mind (state of mind)
Row homes, wire lines, hard to climb (hard to climb)
Got my pain in a carry-on bag
Run the block, run the odds, run it back
(Ohh) I been low, I been high on the grind
(Yeah) Every scar, every loss in the rhyme
If I make it out, they gon’ say it in time
Started here, in that South Philly state of mind
[Verse 2]
House parties in the basement, speakers on milk crates
Sweat drip, wall paint peel from the bass shakes
Cops at the door, someone peek through the gate
Turn the lights down low, let the whole room wait
I seen queens push a stroller, then they clock in
Then they hit night class, tired eyes, still locked in
Heard a brother pitch a plan by the trash bin
Say he wanna build apps, but they laugh, then he back in
South Street, fake chain, real pride
Tourists buy shirts, leave, we still tied
To them alleys where we carved our names in the side
Of the same brick wall where our best friends died
[Pre-Chorus]
She singin' out the window, hangin' from the sill (ohh)
Voice cuttin' through the sirens, singing, "One day you'll heal" (one day)
And I believe her for a second in that dusty air
Like maybe hope live here, it just hide in the stairs
[Chorus]
This that South Philly state of mind (state of mind)
Row homes, wire lines, hard to climb (hard to climb)
Got my pain in a carry-on bag
Run the block, run the odds, run it back
(Ohh) I been low, I been high on the grind
(Yeah) Every scar, every loss in the rhyme
If I make it out, they gon’ say it in time
Started here, in that South Philly state of mind
[Bridge]
(Ohh) North, West, Southwest, love and crime
We all got the same cracked stop signs
(Yeah) Pray hard, play hard, toe that line
Tryna turn loose change into headlines
[Chorus]
This that South Philly state of mind (state of mind)
Row homes, wire lines, hard to climb (hard to climb)
Got my pain in a carry-on bag
Run the block, run the odds, run it back
(Ohh) I been low, I been high on the grind
(Yeah) Every scar, every loss in the rhyme
If I make it out, they gon’ say it in time
Started here, in that South Philly state of mind
Style
rapgritty east coast trap bangerswung hi-hats and thick 808s under a detuned piano loop. male vocals up-front with a rawstorytelling delivery; female hook floats in reverb with light auto-tune and airy harmonies. verses stay sparse and aggressivehook opens with wide pads and layered ad-libs. occasional drops to just bass and vocal for dramathen full beat slams back in for impact.hardcorefemale vocalsbeats
Prompt
Ok make me a mix tape . how life is in Philadelphia. Philadelphia rapper. Female singer in the background., rap, trap, beats, hardcore make the track 15 min.
Credits
Prompt byLofiBanger163
GeneratedFeb 15, 2026
ModelAria v5
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