Prompt / Lyrics
I got ‘em thinking it was somethin’ that it wasn’t Stars is cheap, they come a dime a dozen Look up, get an eyeful, there’s a sky full I make it crack like a shot from out a rifle x2 You need false hope to fuel ya fake dreams I can only suggest one thing — go and get you a Bible Take notes, notice fact is fiction Turn ya back on the real, truth still tower like the Eiffel Success is failure’s number one rival Pain’s the only thing that can break this vicious cycle You can’t cure this kind of sick with no NyQuil Got ‘em out here producin’ salt water by the eyeful This is real life… this my life, fool You can ask my wife I stab, shoot, and fight Don’t believe in wrong or right Only time I ever feel right Is in the darkness of the night My life’s path lit, illuminated by the moonlight I keep my game too tight [Verse 2] Twice a week on that afternoon flight I’m in the zone, I remember When I had to beg to get a loan Used to talk to myself and sit alone A lost soul on the roam, wit no home So close to death, a ghost A soldier standin’ post, I remain afloat Wit no hope, I struggle to cope Constantly I’m takin’ mental notes Never accept nothin’ short, I want the most Fasho I ain’t the average Joe Not ya regular type More like the risin’ sun, I’m shootin’ stars I’m out this world like the planet Mars But you can call me Alcatraz ‘Cause I’m overflowin’ wit bars I don’t do shit else but go hard Got an old soul covered in scars Came so far since I discovered the art Power surge in my mouth, I spit sparks Whip sick cars Slide nothin’ but black or platinum cards [Final Chorus – x2 again, maybe let the beat ride out on the second repeat] You need false hope to fuel ya fake dreams I can only suggest one thing — go and get you a Bible Take notes, notice fact is fiction Turn ya back on the real, truth still tower like the Eiffel Success is failure’s number one rival Pain’s the only thing that can break this vicious cycle You can’t cure this kind of sick with no NyQuil Got ‘em out here producin’ salt water by the eyeful This is real life… this my life, fool You can ask my wife… I stab shoot and fight don't believe in wrong or right wut I do believe is only time I ever feel right is in darkness of the night my lifes paths lit illuminated by the moon lite I keeps my game too tight twice a week on that afternoon flight I'm in the zone I remember when I had to beg to get a lone used to talk to myself and sit alone a lost soul on the roam wit no home so close to death a ghost a solider standin post i remain afloat wit no hope I struggle to cope constantly I'm taken mental notes never except nuttin short I want the most fuhsho I ain't the average joe not ya regular type more like the rising sun I'm shootin stars I'm out this world like the planet Mars but you can call me Alcatraz cuz I'm overflowing wit bars I don't do shit else but go hard got a old soul covered in scars came so far since I discovered the art power surge in my mouth I spit sparks
Tags
drill, trap, rock&rap, male vocals featuring female vocals, big sound,feel good music, big energy, groove. Bpm 99
Duration
3:34
Instrumental
No
Created
1/29/2026