Black Rag Love

[Intro]
Yeah
Seven years in
You know what it is
Black Rag, uh
[Verse 1]
Met you when I barely had a dollar
Now our baby boy laughing in the parlor
You was in the kitchen, bills on the table
Sayin, "We gon make it, long as we stay faithful"
Arguin in the hallway, tears in your eyes
Then you cooked up rice, said, "We gon be fine"
From the bus stops, rain on my backpack
To you ridin shotgun, hand on my snapback
[Chorus]
How I love my baby momma
You was there for the bad and the good, lil mama
Seven years, same heart, same drama
But we ride through it all in the Black Rag, uh
How I love my baby momma
You was there for the bad and the good, lil mama
Baby boy in the back yellin, "That's my mama!"
And we slide through the city in the Black Rag, uh
[Verse 2]
First crib had paint peel on the ceiling
Still you made it feel rich, made it feel like a building
Of dreams, you was sewing up seams
Holding me together when I’m breaking at the knees
Late nights, you was rocking our son
I was out chasing checks, tryna add up the sum
You ain’t want diamonds, you just wanted my time
And a lil gas money when the stars aligned
[Bridge]
You held me down when the funds went thin
You held me close when the walls closed in
From the hood store runs to the showroom glass
Same girl, same laugh, same ride, same past
Black Benz S-Class gleam on the ave
Black Rag nickname, lil flex we have
Baby boy knockin on the seat, "Dad, go fast!"
You just smile, say, "Please, let this moment last"
[Chorus]
How I love my baby momma
You was there for the bad and the good, lil mama
Seven years, same heart, same drama
But we ride through it all in the Black Rag, uh
[Chorus]

rap, Warm, nostalgic rap over a soulful flip and thick bass. Verses sit in a steady midtempo pocket with swung drums and soft keys; hook opens up with stacked male vocals, airy vocoder doubles, and a simple sing-rap melody. Subtle strings lift the last chorus, leaving space for ad-libs and heartfelt storytelling.