Lyrics
[Intro]
[low vocal register]
You really think
You really think
You could take my blood from me
Aight
[Verse 1]
Bitch, you think you could take my kid
Talking like you built this life I did
You was halfway gone when the test turned blue
I was the one in the waiting room, shaking for two
I held her first, you held your phone
I bought the crib, you bought cologne
Late-night fevers, I stayed, you dipped
You post one pic, then claim you equipped
I read them books, learned how she breathe
You learned angles, filters, feeds
Court date set, you dressing like a saint
But I seen you snap when the bottle ain't made
[Chorus]
You think you could take my kid
You forgetting who kept her living
If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t even have this kid
I’m the only parent really in it
I’m the only one that wants her, yeah, I said it
You smile so fake about her, I can’t let it
[Verse 2]
[whispered vocals]
You rehearse your lines in the bathroom mirror
"But he dangerous, judge" — then you fake that tear up
Tell 'em I’m crazy, I’m loud, I’m rage
Never tell 'em you vanish for days
Never tell 'em who packed that bag
Emergency room with a folded rag
Sweat on my palms, her hand on my chest
Praying under breath, "God, take me instead"
You weaponize her like a piece of proof
But she ain’t a prop, she the center of truth
All them stories you spin, they thin, see through
She call my name first when she scared of you
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[crescendo]
I ain’t perfect, but I’m present
I ain’t polished, but I’m there
Every tantrum, every scar
Every nightmare, every scare
You just want the win, I just want my girl
You want the picture, I want her world
Say what you want, lie how you live
But my body built the roof she lives in
[Chorus]
Style
rapmenacing dark ambient rapmale vocals. sparse detuned bellssub-heavy bass swellsdistant choirsand clippeddistorted drums. verse rides a slowstalking pocketvoice almost muttered at first. hook flips into a chantedaggressive cadence with stacked ad‑libs and widened reverb. occasional reverse fx and riser sweeps keep the tension simmering; leave space for the vocal to feel uncomfortably close and confrontational.dark ambientfake
Prompt
Bitch you think you could take my kid. Shit, if it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t even have this kid. I’m the only parent that wants her. But you smile so fake about her., rap, dark ambient, male
Credits
Prompt byVibraphoneSoulful789
GeneratedJan 6, 2026
ModelAria v5
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