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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Had to get it how we live
Init
Out the hood for good
Listen
[Verse 1]
Cold flat
One fork
Ten guys
Mum stressed
One tear in both eyes
Kettle on
No gas on the stove
But my line still beep on road
Bally in the washing bowl
Still damp
Three man
Two shanks
One plan
Jakes drive past
Heart do mad laps
If they spin this block
That’s mad bands
Cousin got hit
I was sixteen
Blood on my Airs
That’s a sick scene
Swear that day I done quit sleep
Still see chalk when I blink
Deep
Had fiends in the alley by the bus stop
Whole block outside when the gun popped
Bare kids tryna copy what the thugs got
They ain’t seen a boy die when the lungs drop
[Chorus]
I came up off drills and a little bit of luck
Had dreams in the trap
Now we really leveled up
Money in the safe
But my soul ain’t stuck
I’m tryna make it out the hood
Out the hood for good
Still got scars
Got pain in my blood
Still see the block every time that I stun
But I ain’t goin’ back
I done prayed enough
I’m tryna make it out the hood
Out the hood for good (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Gym bag full of notes
That’s leg day
Still flashback to the feds in the stairway
Kick door
Boots on my mixtapes
Mum screaming out
I’m in split states
Bro said
“Jump
We can’t get nicked”
Heart in my throat
Nearly felt sick
Leapt off the landing
Ankle twist
Still ran
Can’t flop
Can’t slip
Grease in the park
Boys on badness
Late night
Bare shots
Pure sadness
I was in a rented
Counting up advances
Same time
Bredrin ducking from a ambulance
Now I get paid for the pain that I seen
Put the block in my bars
Turn the mud into green
But the line still ring on my old phone
Every missed call feel cold
Bro
[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause I know what they on
Tryna flip one night to a whole life gone
Trap phone sing like a love song
But it lied to me
Had a whole hood cursed
[Chorus]
I came up off drills and a little bit of luck
Had dreams in the trap
Now we really leveled up
Money in the safe
But my soul ain’t stuck
I’m tryna make it out the hood
Out the hood for good
Still got scars
Got pain in my blood
Still see the block every time that I stun
But I ain’t goin’ back
I done prayed enough
I’m tryna make it out the hood
Out the hood for good (woo)
[Verse 3]
Seen man risk it all just to flex on a snap
New whip
New stick
Then he dead by the flats
Gyal in his DMs
Now she posting the black
Same girl
Next week on a next man lap
That’s life where I’m from
It’s a sad song
Big .4 in the drawer at my dad’s home
He ain’t even know
I was mad young
But the fear in my chest made my hands strong
Used to buss two shots
Then I buss two knots
Now I buss through shows
Make the whole room rock
Still remember tryna hide from the blue box
Now label talk deals in a boardroom
Boss
Got a bad one
Brown skin
Hair laid back
She don’t care ‘bout a price or a Maybach
Said
“Just promise me you’ll never hit the same trap”
That’s the first time I really felt straight facts
[Pre-Chorus]
And I told her
“I’m gone
If I slide there again then my mind too lost
I can buy what I want
But it ain’t worth jail
It ain’t worth plots”
[Chorus]
I came up off drills and a little bit of luck
Had dreams in the trap
Now we really leveled up
Money in the safe
But my soul
Details
GeneratedJan 18, 2026
Duration3:09
LanguageEnglish
Style
UK drill bounce with dark, sliding bass and skittering hi-hats; close, gritty male vocals in the verses, hook opens with stacked chants and crowd shouts. Verses stay tense and detailed, hook feels triumphant but raw. Sparse piano stabs and distant siren-like pads add drama, last hook adds octave doubles for an anthemic, made-it-out climax., drill
Credits
Prompt by
Ech0Seth
Ech0SethModelAria v5
Prompt
Drill, money, guns, girls make it a song about making it out the hood 4 min long.
