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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Mean streets Philly, where the shadows creep,
Player Glock in my hand, AR don’t sleep.
Hate bosses, no leash, I’m the lone wolf growlin’,
Walk my own path, pavement cracked but I’m prowlin’.
Stay in your lane, this a one-way ticket,
Fake don’t fit, I’m allergic, I’ll kick it.
Keep it 100, that’s the motto I’m preachin’,
Clips stay loaded, still the Lord I’m reachin’.
[Chorus]
Mean streets, cold nights, keep my head high,
Player Glock in my palm, AR to the sky.
Stay in your lane, keep it real, don’t pretend,
I’m a sinner, but I’m prayin’ ‘til the bitter end.
[Verse 2]
AR spittin’ sermons, scripture in the barrel,
Enemies circle tight, their plans too narrow.
Faith in my chest, but the streets still test me,
Concrete jungle got me stressin’ and blessin’ messy.
Can’t trust the fake, they snake through the cracks,
They smile, then they stab, hit you right in the back.
But I walk my own lane, stride heavy, head up,
Cup runneth over, but it’s filled with lead, not luck.
[Chorus]
Mean streets, cold nights, keep my head high,
Player Glock in my palm, AR to the sky.
Stay in your lane, keep it real, don’t pretend,
I’m a sinner, but I’m prayin’ ‘til the bitter end.
Details
GeneratedAug 14, 2025
Duration2:16
LanguageEnglish
Style
fake, punchy snares, heavy 808s, dark, eerie synths, hip hop, gritty, rap
Credits
Prompt by
Denway
DenwayModelAria v4
Prompt
rap, hip hop,mix, 3 verse
Player
Glock & AR
Mean street
Philly
Hate bosses
Walk my own path
Stay in your lane
Don't have time for fake
Keep it 100
Clips are loaded
Still love the lord
