Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] We used to trade cards in the back of the class Now we trade memes when the day go bad You were there when my dad packed bags Sat on the curb, said, “You can crash at my pad” You know my middle name, my worst mistakes Heard every voicemail my ex might make We laugh ’bout it later eating cold pancakes You say, “You’re still great,” when my hands still shake [Chorus] You my friend, you my brother, you my home Whole world heavy but you pick up the phone If I fall, you the net, you the floor, you the throne Blood or not, you my brother in my phone (yeah) You my friend, you my brother, you my home Walk through the fire, through the storm, through the cold If I’m lost, you the map, you the light on the road Blood or not, you my brother in my soul (hey) [Verse 2] Remember that night, cops flashed those lights We were just kids on our busted bikes You talked real calm, said “We’re alright” Took all the blame when they searched my stripes You seen me broke, seen me act real proud Heard me too loud, then helped calm me down You the one face I can find in a crowd If my mind too dark, you still hang around [Chorus] You my friend, you my brother, you my home Whole world heavy but you pick up the phone If I fall, you the net, you the floor, you the throne Blood or not, you my brother in my phone (yeah) You my friend, you my brother, you my home Walk through the fire, through the storm, through the cold If I’m lost, you the map, you the light on the road Blood or not, you my brother in my soul (my bro)
Tags
rap, Warm boom-bap drums with a lazy, head-nod pocket; soulful chopped sample and soft keys. Male vocals, close and conversational in the verse, chorus opens wider with stacked doubles and gentle harmonies. Sub-bass stays round and supportive while ad-libs glide at the edges of the stereo image, bringing a nostalgic, late-afternoon feel.
Duration
2:14
Instrumental
No
Created
3/25/2026