Loading…
Lyrics
[Verse]
Big smoke billow, tarp life shroud,
Bogalusa shadows, no sun allowed.
Pothole prayers, cracked asphalt hymn,
Out the swamp fog, where the air gets grim.
Baton handoffs, whispers in the pine,
Cash in the duffle, sins in the line.
Gators in the creek, teeth on the grind,
Every step heavy, dirt trails behind.
[Chorus]
Tarp life, tarp life, never no rest,
Stitched in the grime, sewn to the stress.
Grove in my chest, big smoke in my breath,
Tarp life, tarp life, hustle 'til death.
[Verse 2]
Hood sag low, mask tight on the dome,
Pallet fire glow, this swamp my home.
Cypress roots clutch, they won't let me go,
Stuck in the mud where the devil might show.
Steel-toe dreams, lace 'em in rust,
Every handshake coated in dust.
Kingpins talk, every word a bust,
Choppers hum low, don’t dare to adjust.
[Bridge]
Tarp stretched wide, hides the night's plans,
Bogalusa bloodlines, grit in the hands.
No GPS, just scars on the map,
Every corner cursed, every move a trap.
Details
GeneratedOct 17, 2025
Duration2:36
LanguageTL
Style
hip hop, eerie synths, rap, dark, and a menacing bounce. male vocals, gritty delivery., heavy trap beats with 808s
Credits
Prompt byGodCinematic194
ModelAria v4
Prompt
Grove, Mr q big smoke, tarp life, rap, hip hop, trap in bogalusa LA
