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Lyrics
[Intro]
Started out slow
Heart on my sleeve, that’s a target, I know
Talking to the ceiling in a basement glow
Said I’d flip my whole life off a four-bar flow (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Pop’s old shirt on a thrift store chair
Crumbs on the desk, cold air, no prayer
Wires in the wall, I would stare, feel scared
Wonder how you rise when the world don’t care
Bus stop verses, winter on my lips
Hands in the hoodie, dreams in the script
Mom said “eat,” I said “later, this hit”
Trying to turn this headache to a little something rich
Friends fell off, got lost in a haze
I kept notes like a case file page
Rapped so fast that my jaw might break
Then slowed down, let the fear all shake
I was
Talking to myself in a ten-word loop
“Don’t quit, don’t quit” in a bedroom booth
Every little doubt trying to tear my truth
Till I snapped that thread like a worn-out tooth (yeah)
[Chorus]
Fast life, slow pain
I been switching my lane, then I brake, then I race
Same sky, new day
I was stuck in that frame, now I’m breaking the tape
Tempo shifts in my brain
I can’t live in one pace, I go wild, I go vague
Fast life, slow pain
Every bar that I say got a piece of my name (uh)
[Verse 2]
Floor still creaks, but the rent got paid
Same old block, but the talk feels strange
Kids yell “go,” when I walk that way
They don’t see the nights that I lost my faith
Missed three calls from the plug that year
Chose ink over quick cash, fear over cheer
I’d rather be broke with a sharp idea
Than rich off a path that erased my peers
Now I
Flip that gear mid-sentence, bent it
Hit that sprint, then drift, then end it
Whole room still but my breath relentless
Words do laps in my lungs, no exit
Turn my stutter into style
Turn that panic to a smile
Turn that anger to a file
Every scar is on the dial
You can watch the needle rise
From the basement to the sky
From the whisper to the cry
From the almost to the try (yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Fast life, slow pain
I been switching my lane, then I brake, then I race
Same sky, new day
I was stuck in that frame, now I’m breaking the tape
Tempo shifts in my brain
I can’t live in one pace, I go wild, I go vague
Fast life, slow pain
Every bar that I say got a piece of my name (piece of my name)
Details
GeneratedJan 18, 2026
Duration2:32
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dark, modern hip-hop with male vocals; moody bass that lurches and glides, stuttered hi-hats, and crisp snares. Verses start sparse to spotlight rapid-fire cadences, then synth layers and vocal doubles swell on the hook. Beat flips halftime on the second half of each verse for tempo-switch flows, with occasional filtered drops that let a lone sub and vocal carry the tension before everything slams back in., slow, dynamic, hip hop
Credits
Prompt by
AyoItsYoBoyGav
AyoItsYoBoyGavModelAria v5
Prompt
rap, hip hop, male, dynamic rap flow with crazy versatile like jid artist, fast and slow rhythm, with the great story behind it, and make it like that good modernish bass flow
