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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Same hoodie, same corner
same bus, same route
Bill collectors in my voicemail
stress in my mouth
Mama prayin’ in the kitchen
eyes red, hands sore
I been countin’ dirty dollars
sleepin’ right by the door
One life
one lighter
one prayer, one pack
One thought in my head:
"ain’t no way I go back"
Hand on the metal
other hand on my chest
Ice in my veins
but it’s boilin’ in my neck
[Chorus]
Hand on a gun
one life to run
Everyday livin’ through the mud, through the muck
I was ready for war
when the ice turned dust
When the flame hit the rock
and it all burned up
Yeah, hand on a gun
one life, that’s us
Tryna make it out alive
before the clock cuts
I was ready for war
when the ice turned dust
When the flame hit the rock
and it all burned up (uh)
[Verse 2]
Dirty dishes in the sink
half tank, no gas
Court date on the fridge
with my name on the glass
Got a text from my brother:
"they just slid on the ave"
I’m starin’ at this burner
like, "do I really want that?"
Rent due, heart heavy
kid’s shoes too small
Every choice feel deadly
every step, free fall
I seen cold turn vapor
in a cloud I exhale
Watch the rock go to nothin’
like my time in a cell
[Chorus]
Hand on a gun
one life to run
Everyday livin’ through the mud, through the muck
I was ready for war
when the ice turned dust
When the flame hit the rock
and it all burned up
Yeah, hand on a gun
one life, that’s us
Tryna make it out alive
before the clock cuts
I was ready for war
when the ice turned dust
When the flame hit the rock
and it all burned up (yeah)
Details
GeneratedJan 23, 2026
Duration1:49
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Boom-bap drums with dusty vinyl crackle, moody jazz piano loops, and a grimy bassline. Male vocals in a close, almost spoken delivery on the verses; hook widens with stacked, chant-style doubles and subtle crowd shouts. Snare hits stay sharp and upfront, with brief filtered drops before the chorus to heighten tension. Overall: tense street meditation that feels ready for war yet painfully reflective.
Credits
Prompt byPatternMystical868
ModelAria v5
Prompt
rap, Boombap
About everyday living thorough shit with a hand on a gun and one life to live ready for war when ice was burning to ash
