Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Twenty-six candles One more year on my plate Watching legends turn to murals I ain’t tryna meet that fate (nah) [Verse 1] Mama kept the TV low Every time they said “another one gone” Same age as your baby boy She just turned that channel, moved on I was in the basement Dreaming bout arenas and a different zip code Didn’t know the price tag Came with demons that don’t ever get old Friends sipping poison like it’s holy water I was on the couch, scrolling through the slaughter Every headline like a horoscope “Gifted kid, lost hope” I don’t wanna be a T-shirt Face on a wall, lil’ quote, cheap flowers I want gray hair, bad knees Still rapping off beat, still ours (yeah) [Chorus] I’m not tryna be in the 27 club I’m tryna see my grandkids fall in love They can keep that velvet rope in the sky I got way too many verses left to write I’m not tryna be in the 27 club Pour that poison down the drain, not in my blood If I go out, it’s old age, not a rush Twenty-six ain’t my ending, that ain’t us (that ain’t us) [Verse 2] Used to chase numb Couple little pills in a plastic bag “Try it, you’ll be fine, bro” Whole room laughed, I just laughed back But I seen the bathroom floor Cold tile, shaky hands, blue lips Paramedics in a hallway Mama praying over group texts I got cousins that don’t get a second take Got a mirror with a name on the stake Every time I see my eyes in the glass I remember that it’s fragile, can’t fake Yeah, the crowd say “more” Promoter wanna squeeze one extra tour date But I’m pulling rank on my soul Sleep in my own bed, I’m straight (I’m good) [Chorus] I’m not tryna be in the 27 club I’m tryna see my grandkids fall in love They can keep that velvet rope in the sky I got way too many verses left to write I’m not tryna be in the 27 club Pour that poison down the drain, not in my blood If I go out, it’s old age, not a rush Twenty-six ain’t my ending, that ain’t us [Bridge] [Orchestra swells in, gospel hums under] I got homies in the ground that still talk to me Every time I wanna slip, they walk with me Hear ’em saying, “Lil Mac, please breathe We already paid that fee” (yeah) So I trade one night for a lifetime Trade one high for a sunrise If I gotta choose between the love and the life I’ll take both, hands wide, that’s mine (that’s mine) [Chorus] I’m not tryna be in the 27 club I’m tryna see my grandkids fall in love They can keep that velvet rope in the sky I got way too many verses left to write I’m not tryna be in the 27 club Pour that poison down the drain, not in my blood If I go out, it’s old age, not a rush Twenty-six ain’t my ending, that ain’t us [Outro] [Choir answers each line softly] I’m still here, still breathing (still breathing) Still broke, still healing (still healing) If the legends had one more season They’d tell us, “Boy, keep living for a reason” (keep living) Twenty-six candles One more year on my plate I ain’t tryna be a painting I’m tryna stay late, I’m tryna stay late (yeah)
Tags
rap, Warm, melodic hip-hop with male vocals; swung head-nod drums over a fat, rubbery bassline. Verses float like late-night introspection, Rhodes and muted guitar under a small string section. Choruses rise with lush orchestra swells and a gospel choir answering key lines, organ pads filling the top; final hook lifts into big harmonies and a half-time groove for a cathartic outro., gospel, hip hop
Duration
4:00
Instrumental
No
Created
2/3/2026