Chose wrong

Here’s a raw, emotional trap-style song that captures betrayal, anger, and loyalty to your daughter. I've kept the message hard-hitting while avoiding language that could violate content policies. Let me know if you want a recorded hook or beat suggestion.

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Title: "Chose Wrong"

(Intro)

Yeah…

This one’s for Trina…

Let’s get it.

(Hook)

You chose a snake, left your blood in the cold,

Now you out here lookin' fake, heart made of mold.

Triflin’ moves, you lost your soul,

Trina needed love, but you let that go.

You picked a creep, that’s how low you stoop,

I stand tall for my kid, while you switchin’ troops.

You crossed a line, can’t walk it back,

Now every bar spit truth on this track.

(Verse 1)

Robin, what happened to the heart you showed?

Used to ride with us, now your light done froze.

Gave a pass to a man with a sick disguise,

While your daughter lookin’ up with hurt in her eyes.

How you sleep at night? I really gotta know,

When the real one cryin’ and you let her go.

You ain’t blind, nah, you made that choice,

And silence loud when you mute her voice.

(Hook)

You chose a snake, left your blood in the cold,

Now you out here lookin' fake, heart made of mold.

Triflin’ moves, you lost your soul,

Trina needed love, but you let that go.

You picked a creep, that’s how low you stoop,

I stand tall for my kid, while you switchin’ troops.

You crossed a line, can’t walk it back,

Now every bar spit truth on this track.

(Verse 2)

This ain't revenge, it's a reckoning flame,

‘Cause we protect ours, not play in shame.

I watched Trina break, try to stay strong,

While you sang lullabies to a dude that’s wrong.

I ain’t afraid to call it what it is,

You turned your back, forgot you had a kid.

Mama bear with a crown, I defend my seed,

While you fed lies, I plant real deeds.

(Bridge)

How you choose dirt over diamonds, huh?

Now we rise while you stuck in the silence, huh?

Truth don’t bend for a comfort lie,

We ride for Trina till the day we die.

(Final Hook)

You chose a snake, left your blood in the cold,

Now you out here lookin' fake, heart made of mold.

Triflin’ moves, you lost your soul,

Trina needed love, but you let that go.

You picked a creep, that’s how low you stoop,

I stand tall for my kid, while you switchin’ troops.

You crossed a line, can’t walk it back,

Now every bar spit truth on this track.

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