Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah Look I turned pain into payments (yeah) But I still miss you though [Chorus] I went from rags to riches, but I lost my love Got these racks and digits, still it ain’t enough New chain, new crib, same hole in my chest I went from rags to riches, but I lost my best All this ice on me, but my heart stay flooded Took me out the mud, now the top feel lonely I went from rags to riches, but I lost my love And all this winning feel like losing us (for real) [Verse 1] We used to split a four-piece, counting every fry Now I’m splitting fifty with the broker, different kind of high You was with me when my shoes talked, soles peeled back Now it’s custom on the carpet, but I want that old back I remember food stamps on the fridge, you laughed it off Said, “One day you gon’ be big,” you never capped it off I was trapping on the corner just to pay your phone You was praying I’d get out, I was praying I’d get on Section 8 ceilings dripping on your mama couch You was folding up my dreams when they counted me out Stayed up while I wrote these schemes under yellow light You said, “Baby, talk yo’ truth, don’t just talk that life” Now I’m flying private, but I’m seated by regret Got a list of all the things I never got to say yet Paparazzi flash, but the lens don’t show How a king on a throne still feel so broke [Chorus] I went from rags to riches, but I lost my love Got these racks and digits, still it ain’t enough New chain, new crib, same hole in my chest I went from rags to riches, but I lost my best All this ice on me, but my heart stay flooded Took me out the mud, now the top feel lonely I went from rags to riches, but I lost my love And all this winning feel like losing us [Verse 2] We was sharing single blankets when the power cut Now it’s marble in the shower, steam fogging up But the bed feel cold, pillows smell like you Got your hoodie in the closet like a shrine of truth You ain’t wanna ride the wave that came with my name You ain’t wanna dodge the shots that came with this fame Said you saw it in my eyes, I was changing fast From a boy chasing change to some changed-up man I was busy doing numbers, you was counting days You was crying in the driveway, I was on the stage I was praying for a way out, you prayed for a home We both got what we asked for, just not together though Now my cousin in the pen say, “Never lose your soul” But I traded in your touch just to reach this goal I be scrolling through your page, see you living fine Still I type and I erase, pride editing my mind (damn) [Chorus] I went from rags to riches, but I lost my love Got these racks and digits, still it ain’t enough New chain, new crib, same hole in my chest I went from rags to riches, but I lost my best All this ice on me, but my heart stay flooded Took me out the mud, now the top feel lonely I went from rags to riches, but I lost my love And all this winning feel like losing us (losing us) [Bridge] I put my tears in this cup, then I toast to the sky (sky) Everybody screaming “You up,” but I’m asking, “At what price?” (what price?) They see the diamonds on my neck, they don’t see them in my eyes From the gutter to the jets, but I left my heart behind (left it) [Chorus] I went from rags to riches, but I lost my love Got these racks and digits, still it ain’t enough New chain, new crib, same hole in
Tags
rap, Dark, melodic Southern trap beat with mournful guitar loop, detuned bells, and heavy 808 glide; male vocals flipping between soul-tinged melodies and double-time pocket raps. Verses stay gritty and confessional, ad-libs tucked deep, then the hook explodes with layered harmonies, airy pads, and a brighter top line. Subby low-end and crisp hats keep it street, while subtle choir stabs in the bridge lift it into a triumphant, pain-soaked anthem.
Duration
3:56
Instrumental
No
Created
3/3/2026