

Prompt / Lyrics
[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
Tags
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
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No
3/7/2026