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Lyrics
[Intro]
[low vocal register]
Black hoodie
Hard stare
Whole crowd frozen
Like they know what’s there
[Verse 1]
Chrome on the table
Powder on the scale
Lil bro laughin
Saying we could never fail
Mama on the phone
Begging me to change
But the block need food
So I’m back in the rain
Car roll slow
Wrong tag, wrong lane
One word, one look
Whole night turned flame
Sirens by sunrise
Blood on my sleeve
Gun heavy on my hip
Heart tucked in my jeans
[Chorus]
[shouted ad-libs in background]
This that grim parade
Marchin with the ghosts we made
Every name on the wall, we prayed
But the shots keep singing our fate
This that grim parade
Dirty money never gets saved
We just trade one chain for a grave
While the shots keep singing our fate
[Verse 2]
Cousin in a frame now
Face on a shirt
We used to trade kicks
Now it’s flowers in dirt
Judge gave life
Like it’s somethin he owned
Whole crew look numb
Eyes carved out of stone
I sleep with the tool
But I dream about school
Lockers in the hallway
Not a body on the news
They call me a killer
Say I chose this path
But the house been haunted
Since the day I learned math
[Bridge]
[whispered vocals]
Count the shells
Count the friends
Count the times
We pretend
Say “it’s life”
Say “it’s war”
[gradual crescendo]
But how many bodies
Till we ain’t here no more
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 13, 2026
Duration2:46
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dark, cinematic trap with cavernous 808s and sharp hi-hats; male vocals in a cold, detached flow. Verses tight and visual over sparse piano stabs, hook explodes with layered gang-style ad-libs and distorted bass swells. Occasional riser FX and reverse impacts to underline punchlines; vocal sits upfront, slightly compressed and dry for menace.
Credits
Prompt byfanumcarti
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Guns rap death murder, rap
