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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Wish I could make it off the block
Same corner
Same clock
Same chalk
Got a voice in my chest that knock
But my phone keep ringin' for the drop
Mama prayin' I don't catch a case
I been prayin' for a different place
Wanna trade this risk for a stage
Turn this pain I got into plays
[Chorus]
Wish I could sell CDs
Not these rocks
Turn these late nights into songs that knock
I’m tired of thuggin' in the streets like that
I wanna thug in the booth
Make stacks
Not packs (yeah)
Wish I could sell CDs
Not these rocks
Turn them hand-to-hands into charts on top
I’m tired of thuggin' in the streets like that
I wanna thug making music
Have stacks
Not packs (stacks, not packs)
[Verse 2]
Homie said the fast cash sweet
Fast cash came
Then it passed me
Still broke
Still duckin' that heat
Still lookin' for a way off this leash
Got bars in my notes
Not just bars in the spot
Dreams in my head
Not just dreams of a knot
If I gotta hustle
Let me hustle my art
Let the product be the pieces of my heart
[Chorus]
Wish I could sell CDs
Not these rocks
Turn these late nights into songs that knock
I’m tired of thuggin' in the streets like that
I wanna thug in the booth
Make stacks
Not packs (oh)
Wish I could sell CDs
Not these rocks
Turn them hand-to-hands into charts on top
I’m tired of thuggin' in the streets like that
I wanna thug making music
Have stacks
Not packs
Details
GeneratedJan 31, 2026
Duration2:18
LanguageEnglish
Style
Moody trap-soul beat with swung hi-hats, melancholy piano loop, and deep sub-bass. Male vocals, half-sung half-rapped verses close and confessional; hook opens with stacked harmonies and a wider stereo field. 808 drops harder on the chorus, with distant vocal chops for atmosphere and a filtered breakdown on the last hook to spotlight the lead line.
Credits
Prompt byDarrell
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Wish i could make it off the block get a shot to make music instead of selling rocks wished i could sell cds tired of thuggin in the streets wanna thug making music have stacks but not packs
