Cousin Wars

[Intro]
We were kids
We were chaos
Same blood
Different halos
[Verse 1]
Hand-me-down sneakers, grass-stained pride
You'd trip me on the sidewalk, say "keep up or slide"
I’d snatch your fitted cap, launch it in the tree
You climbed up, mom yelled, you blamed it on me (always)
Controller in your hand, you refused rematch
Said I only ever win when the game lagged, cap
We’d trade dead-leg hits in the back of the car
Windows fogged, heat high, turning bruises to scars
You took first swing at the world, I watched close
Studied every bad idea you chose
When you snuck out late, I clocked the route
Next week my turn, same fence, same doubt
[Chorus]
Cousin wars, call it bloodsport love
We were swinging at each other just to toughen up
Every shove, every shout, every "say that again"
Turned enemies at breakfast into brothers by ten
Cousin wars, yeah we crossed that line
Side by side in the trouble we could never define
We were cut from the cut-up cloth, stitched in the grime
You taught me how to fight
I taught you how to rhymе
[Verse 2]
Kitchen light humming, late-night raids
You dared me “chug that,” I did, felt phase
You laughed till you cried when I almost choked
Then slid your cup over like “share that joke”
You showed me how to cuss in a full sentence
I showed you how to lie with a straight presence
Tag-team lies, "we were at the park"
Mud on our jeans, both home before dark
You broke window glass with a curveball throw
I learned quick how fast an alibi grows
"Must’ve been the neighbor," you nudged my ribs
I nodded like a witness in a courtroom fib
Racing down blocks, cracked sidewalk tracks
Rusty bike chain, you never looked back
I fell, scraped palms, red dirt on my tongue
You circled once slow, said "c’mon, get up, run"
[Chorus]
Cousin wars, call it bloodsport love
We were swinging at each other just to toughen up
Every shove, every shout, every "say that again"
Turned enemies at breakfast into brothers by ten
Cousin wars, yeah we crossed that line
Side by side in the trouble we could never define
We were cut from the cut-up cloth, stitched in the grime
You taught me how to fight
I taught you how to rhymе
[Bridge]
Funny how the bruises faded
But the lessons stayed sharp like the names we traded (hey)
You said “trust ain’t trust if it’s soft like snow”
So you pushed, and you pressed just to see if I’d fold
We were wrong
We were right
We were grounded
We took flight
And I still hear you laugh in my hardest nights
Like "ain’t you the kid I dared to climb that height?"
[Chorus]
Cousin wars, call it bloodsport love
We were swinging at each other just to toughen up
Every shove, every shout, every "say that again"
Turned enemies at breakfast into brothers by ten
Cousin wars, yeah we crossed that line
Side by side in the trouble we could never define
We were cut from the cut-up cloth, stitched in the grime
You taught me how to fight
Now I fight with every line

rap, Moody boom-bap with warm sub-bass and crisp, persistent drums. Verses are dense, story-driven rap with internal rhymes and quick pivots; hook opens wider with stacked male vocal doubles and distant crowd shouts. Sparse keys and filtered vocal chops lift the chorus, bridge drops to bass and rimshots before a final, triumphant hook., deep, lyrical