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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Age five, scraped knees on the pavement
Mama yelling my name from the basement
Cartoons loud, cheap juice on the table
Dreams big, budget small, borrowed cable
Twelve years old, hand-me-down sneakers
Lunch in my bag, trust in my teachers
They said “be anything” over old posters
I just saw bills on my parents’ shoulders
Seventeen, first job, fryer and grease
Smelling like smoke, chasing a piece
Minimum wage for a maximum stress
Clock out late, clothes reek, no rest
Eighteen candles, tiny apartment
Secondhand couch, secondhand carpet
Thought I was grown, keys in my hand
Didn’t know life had a different plan
[Chorus]
This is life ‘til twenty-six
Missed calls, late shifts, little wins
Bad love, good friends, learning tricks
Fall down, stand up, try again
From the playground to the pressure
Every scar turned into lessons
Ain’t a straight line, just these twists
That’s my life ‘til twenty-six (yeah, that’s it)
[Verse 2]
Nineteen, first car, rust on the doors
Engine light bright, hope on the floor
Gas on E, still drive to the party
Act so rich with a broke heartbeat
Twenty, thought “I’ll be rich by Christmas”
Still broke, but the hunger got vicious
Working two shifts, eyes red, mind racing
Writing my plans while the boss kept pacing
Twenty-two, lost folks to distance
Some to the bottle, some to the system
Answered calls that made my chest freeze
Black suit, front row, weak knees
Twenty-four, love turned into arguing
Same four walls, both of us harming
Raised our voices, dropped our pride
We both knew we were done inside
[Chorus]
This is life ‘til twenty-six
Missed calls, late shifts, little wins
Bad love, good friends, learning tricks
Fall down, stand up, try again
From the playground to the pressure
Every scar turned into lessons
Ain’t a straight line, just these twists
That’s my life ‘til twenty-six
[Bridge]
Now I’m here, twenty-six, still climbing (still climbing)
Halfway lost, but I keep on trying
Got some peace, got some pain I’m hiding
Got a past I’m done denying
I’m not a kid, I’m not that grown
Still pay late fees on my phone
But I own my name, my slips, my hits
Every year stitched in these fingerprints
[Chorus]
This is life ‘til twenty-six
Missed calls, late shifts, little wins
Bad love, good friends, learning tricks
Fall down, stand up, try again
From the playground to the pressure
Every scar turned into lessons
If you feel this, then we exist
In the same light at twenty-six (yeah, that’s it)
Details
GeneratedMar 30, 2026
Duration2:55
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Laid-back boom-bap with warm sampled keys, fat kick and crisp snare, subtle vinyl hiss. Verses ride a storytelling pocket with tight, conversational male vocals; hook opens with stacked chants and a sing-rap melody. Bass glues the groove, light piano riffs and muted guitar flickers answer the vocal phrases. End with a slight dropout on the last hook for a reflective fade.
Credits
Prompt byRoyalDusk5
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A rap song about life till 26 years old
