Lyrics
[Verse]
Thinking 'bout robbing a bank, heart thumping in my chest,
Or sticking up dealers on corners, snatching their last breath.
Night nine will spark, try to speak, end the mess,
Pressure cooking my brain, thoughts tangled, distressed.
City of schemes, drove to Philly where the game thick,
Dreams flash vivid, neon lights play a cruel trick.
Hood stories written in shadows, the plot’s sick,
Where survival’s a gamble, every move gotta be slick.
[Chorus]
Night nine spark, words buried in the dark,
Money calling, voices echo in the park.
Dreams flash fast, then they fade, leave a mark,
Philly streets cold, gotta play it smart.
[Verse 2]
Cello strings crying, soundtrack to my sin,
Hunger in my stomach, the grind's where it begin.
Dealer counting stacks, I’m creeping, watching him grin,
One wrong move, whole block could spin.
Gas station lights flicker, thoughts of a quicker plan,
Gun heavy in the pocket, gripping with a shaky hand.
Reality bends, like smoke rising from the land,
Devil whispers close, says, "Take what you can."
[Chorus]
Night nine spark, words buried in the dark,
Money calling, voices echo in the park.
Dreams flash fast, then they fade, leave a mark,
Philly streets cold, gotta play it smart.
Style
hardcorecellocello-drivenand a haunting cello loop that builds tensionaggressive beat with heavy 808ship hopsharp hi-hatsmale vocals; darkrap
Prompt
rap, hip hop, cello, hardcore, male
Think about robbing a bank or sticking up dealers on the corner night nine will spark if you try to speak drove to Philly where the game thick then saw flash dream
Credits
Prompt by
Denway
DenwayGeneratedAug 16, 2025
ModelAria v4
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