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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
We was posted by the bodega
Backseat full of tired dreams
Homie had a bandana halo
Talking like he really ran these streets
Saw him trade his cap and gown
For a car seat and a court date
Whole block cheering when he scored
Then went quiet at the short wake
[Chorus]
Backseat stories, they all sound the same
Fast cash, fast love, fast lane, then a frame
Everybody claim they wanna leave that game
But the game write the ending, sign it with your name
[Verse 2]
Shorty with the rose gold nose ring
Eyes heavy from a double shift
Said she only dance on weekends
Weekends turned to “just one gig”
She be laughing in the VIP
But her laugh got a little chip
Dreaming of a one-way ticket
Counting tips, losing grip
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
What they really want?
Not a script with a chalk outline
They just want a porch, two chairs
Peace in they mind
What they really chase?
Not the rumors or the fake fame
They just want a hand to hold
Out of that game
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 30, 2025
Duration1:57
LanguageNL
Style
rap, Sparse, knocking trap beat with dark, detuned bells and a woozy bass line. Male vocals, close-mic’d and conversational on the verses, pocketed and dry; hook opens with doubled leads, ad-libs panned wide, and a subtle vocal chop echoing the last word of each line. Snare rolls tease into the chorus, with occasional filter sweeps on the beat to make the vocal punches land harder.
Credits
Prompt byDroneHybrid14
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Can you make a rap song? Abt drugs and gangsters and females
