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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Bring your ass down to saints row
Purple on my back, that’s the code we know
They call us the saints when we move through smoke
Can’t nobody contest, they already choke
I been sick of living through hell
Same scars on my chest, same story to tell
But I don’t fold when the pressure come
I turn pain to a blade, let the whole thing run
My crew in the cut with the heads held high
Cold stare, warm blood, we don’t beg, we slide
If you want that smoke, then come get yours
We been built on the grime, we been built on wars
[Pre-Chorus]
Hands up when the night get mean
Purple in the air like a war machine
Say my name, let the whole block ring
We don’t back up, we the saints in the ring
[Chorus]
Bring your ass down to saints row
Bring your ass down to saints row
Always wearing purple, that’s the way we go
Can’t nobody contest against my crew, no
Bring your ass down to saints row
Bring your ass down to saints row
Sick of living through hell, now we let it show
Always wearing purple, that’s the way we go
[Verse 2]
I seen the floor when the world went black
Still got the itch, still I made it back
They want peace when the blade stay near
But I learned real quick how to face that fear
Purple threads with the iron grin
Every loss I took, I wore it in
Now the same crowd talks like they know my name
But they wasn’t there when I felt that flame
My crew too solid, no cracks, no bluff
We don’t break for the talk, we’ve been through rough
If heaven locked doors, then we kick them in
Saints row echo when the sirens spin
[Bridge]
From the ash, we rise
From the hurt, we ride
Say it loud, say it clear
The saints are here
[Chorus]
Bring your ass down to saints row
Bring your ass down to saints row
Always wearing purple, that’s the way we go
Can’t nobody contest against my crew, no
Bring your ass down to saints row
Bring your ass down to saints row
Sick of living through hell, now we let it show
Always wearing purple, that’s the way we go
Details
GeneratedApr 27, 2026
Duration2:32
LanguageEnglish
Style
Trap rap with a hard half-time bounce and sliding 808s; verse rides sparse hats, tense subs, and snapped claps, pre-hook opens with filtered pads and a rising snare roll, chorus lands with stacked gang vocals on the anchor phrase. Ad-lib throws, pitched chants, and short delay pops hit the end of hook lines. Mix is dark, crisp, and punchy with a glossy low end., rap
Credits
Prompt by
traphik256
traphik256ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Rap, trap, bring your ass down to saints row, always wearing purple they call us the saints, can’t nobody contest against my crew, sick of living through hell
