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
Style
rapdarkmelodic southern trap beat with mournful guitar loopdetuned bellsand heavy 808 glide; male vocals flipping between soul-tinged melodies and double-time pocket raps. verses stay gritty and confessionalad-libs tucked deepthen the hook explodes with layered harmoniesairy padsand a brighter top line. subby low-end and crisp hats keep it streetwhile subtle choir stabs in the bridge lift it into a triumphantpain-soaked anthem.
Prompt
A street trap song with the grittiness and melodies of mo3 mixed with the lyricism of t.i. Make the song about losing love and coming up from rags to riches
Credits
Prompt byHypeShark242
GeneratedMar 3, 2026
ModelAria v5
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