Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Section 8 spot in a million-dollar zip code
Marble on they driveways, leaks in my window
Mom on the couch, staring through the sitcom glow
Dad in the garage, talking to the shadow of a ghost
Hand-me-down chair, crooked little wheel squeak
Ramp by the steps like a warning, not a welcome piece
Kids ride past on electric toys, they don’t see me
Just a charity case parked by the TV
[Chorus]
I’m the crack in the cul-de-sac
Rich kids laugh when I roll past
They don’t know what I carry on my back
Gold on they necks, heavy on my chest
No crew, no chain, just a beat-up vest
I’m the crack in the cul-de-sac
Still I grip my pain like it’s all I have
Turn this hurt to a verse, that’s my payback (payback)
[Verse 2]
Private school hallways, polished like a showroom
Lockers full of lunch money, I bring free food
Rumors in a group chat, pictures of my bent shoes
Name in they captions, all caps, “what a sad dude”
Teacher say “ignore them,” she don’t see the hallway
Phone flash pop when I hit a bump in the walkway
“Can you even run?” they laugh in the wrong way
I just stare ’cause I run in my songs all day
Dinner at my place? That’s a paper plate warzone
Mom’s pills lined up like trophies on a short shelf
Dad yelling at the world through a cracked phone
Saying life did him dirty, never blames himself
I wheel past, earbuds like armor on my head
Block out every slur, every “cripple” that they said
They got trust funds, I got trust issues instead
But I trust this mic more than any of them
[Chorus]
I’m the crack in the cul-de-sac
Rich kids laugh when I roll past
They don’t know what I carry on my back
Gold on they necks, heavy on my chest
No crew, no chain, just a beat-up vest
I’m the crack in the cul-de-sac
Still I grip my pain like it’s all I have
Turn this hurt to a verse, that’s my payback (yeah, my payback)
[Bridge]
They see chair, I see chariot (chariot)
Rolling through a world that don’t care enough
They see weak, I see warrior cut
Out the part of the story they scared to touch
If I’m the joke, then I’ll own that punch
Swing back with a line, leave ’em out to lunch
Broken home, but my hope intact
From the bottom of the hill in the cul-de-sac
[Chorus]
I’m the crack in the cul-de-sac
Rich kids laugh when I roll past
They don’t know what I carry on my back
Gold on they necks, heavy on my chest
No crew, no chain, just a beat-up vest
I’m the crack in the cul-de-sac
Still I grip my pain like it’s all I have
Turn this hurt to a verse, that’s my payback (payback)
Yeah, I’m the crack in the cul-de-sac
And I’ll break this street before it breaks me back
Style
rapgritty boom-bap meets modern trap bouncemale vocals with a tough-but-vulnerable delivery. verses stay close and confessional over a moody piano loop and tight drums808s blooming under the hook. chorus widens with layered ad-libs and distant choir padsbridge strips to drums and bass before the last hook hits hardest.lowrich
Prompt
Make a gangsta rap song about a disabled kid living in a rich area in low income housing with dysfunctional parents and no friends plus all the kids in his school bully him and pick on him., rap, male
Credits
Prompt bySampleDreamy475
GeneratedFeb 4, 2026
ModelAria v5
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