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Lyrics
[Verse]
Tall tales from the 816, the land where they duck quick
Run that corner, flip that brick, green smoke twistin', slick
Pour the purple, demons creep, muddy thoughts run deep
Ride slow, windows low, Kansas concrete playin' for keeps
[Chorus]
KC skies, puff loud, lean rise
City of the kings, where we never tell lies
Blunt rolled tight, catch that dollar sign prize
Grinding through the night, it's the hustle we idolize
[Verse 2]
Boulevard shadows mask the plays that we pull
Crispy bills stackin', pack strapped, so cruel
Camo-clad dreamers, sip that Styro sky fuel
Grim reaper on the corner where fate ain’t a jewel
[Bridge]
Echoes from Yale to High Ridge sway
Hollows hum tunes, hope fades to gray
Green clouds lift pain, but it likes to replay
Four-wheel prophet preaches money all day
[Chorus]
KC skies, puff loud, lean rise
City of the kings, where we never tell lies
Blunt rolled tight, catch that dollar sign prize
Grinding through the night, it's the hustle we idolize
[Verse 3]
Off-brand dreams from a dime-store plot
My town riot in silence, but the streets stay hot
One hit, moonwalking through this acid-tie knot
Trouble on my heels, but I surrender them not
Details
GeneratedApr 9, 2025
Duration3:22
LanguageTL
Style
trap, gritty, rap, male vocals, high-energy
Credits
Prompt bySquatch_G_59
ModelAria v4
Prompt
Kansas City rap song, King Von type beat, Krooks Nxt Door, weed, lean, rap, trap
