Prompt / Lyrics
*(mid-tempo trap-blues vibe, think early 2010s Memphis meets modern drill melancholy)* [Intro – half-spoken, half-sung] Yeah… I seen y’all lurkin’ Scrollin’ through the drafts at 3 a.m. Copy-paste bandits in designer shades Aight, let’s run it [Chorus] Street dolls, you stealin’ my songs now? Whole hook sound like I wrote it, word for word, wow Used to beg for features, now you ghost and bow Then drop the same sixteen with a different soundcloud Street dolls, you stealin’ my songs now? My pain on your page with a filter somehow I built this from dirt, y’all just followin’ clouds Street dolls… you stealin’ my songs now? [Verse 1] I was spittin’ in the group chat when the Wi-Fi flickered Y’all was laughin’ in the comments, callin’ it “niche shit” Now it’s trending on the For You, 2 million quick Same cadence, same metaphors, same broken wrist flick I said “heart cold like a Waffle House freezer” first Y’all ran with it, added Auto-Tune, made it sound rehearsed I was cryin’ in the whip to that line at 23 Now it’s your caption while you posin’ with the lease [Chorus] Street dolls, you stealin’ my songs now? Whole hook sound like I wrote it, word for word, wow Used to beg for features, now you ghost and bow Then drop the same sixteen with a different soundcloud Street dolls, you stealin’ my songs now? My pain on your page with a filter somehow I built this from dirt, y’all just followin’ clouds Street dolls… you stealin’ my songs now? [Verse 2] I ain’t mad you ate, I’m mad you didn’t even season it Same recipe, no soul, just copy-paste treason shit You got the chain, got the whip, got the viral placement But you still sound like you’re reading off my basement I kept receipts like a hoarder with abandonment issues DMs, timestamps, voice notes, I miss you You coulda said “goose, let me run with this vibe” Instead you hit post and let the algorithm decide [Bridge – slower, almost sung like a prayer] I used to want the family, wanted all of us to eat But some of y’all just wanted the plate under my seat I forgive the hunger, I don’t forgive the thief You can have the melody… just give me back my grief [Final Chorus – double-time, angrier] Street dolls, you stealin’ my songs now? Yeah you took the pain but you watered it down I’m still in the trenches writin’ what I found While you TikTok dancin’ on my burial ground Street dolls… you stealin’ my songs now? Hope the streams feel like home when the lights go out I’ll still be here spittin’ when the clout runs dry You can have the echo… but never my why [Outro – fading] Yeah… Street dolls… Y’all know who you are. Keep my name out ya mouth and my bars out ya notes app. Peace.
Tags
mid-tempo trap-blues, early 2010s Memphis, modern drill melancholy, half-spoken half-sung intro, pained and petty
Duration
3:16
Instrumental
No
Created
2/22/2026