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Lyrics
[Intro]
Seventeen in the backseat
Eighteen think I know it all
Twelve lights in the rearview
I just pray they don’t see what’s in my drawers (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Eighteen me, popped pills ‘til my jaw locked
Purple in the cup, eyes low on the block
Phone blowin’ up, every call ’bout a drop
Mama on my line, I keep lettin’ it stop
Hand in the bag, other hand on a gun
Heart beat fast every time that I run
Blue lights flash, I’m cuttin’ through yards
Mud on my shoes, I’m duckin’ them charge
Cold ass floor, county on my name tag
Daddy look hurt, mama with a face rag
Judge look down, talk like I’m waste trash
I just stare back, still thinkin’ I’ma skate past
[Chorus]
From sirens to sunrises
From county phones to plane flights, yeah
I used to drown in my vices
Now I’m just high on my life, yeah (on my life)
I made it out of that darkness
Turned all that pain into light
From eighteen lost in that grime, yeah
To twenty-three gettin’ it right (gettin’ it right, yeah)
[Verse 2]
Twenty-three me, woke up with a clear head
Same hood, but I walk on a new tread
Still see the spot where they raided my crib
I still hear the shots from the things that we did
Homies in the grave, some stuck in a cage
I was one call from the very same fate
Lookin’ at my lil’ bro, tell him “you ain’t me”
I took all them chances so you don’t gotta bleed
Now I clock in, stack checks, that’s a new flip
Gym bag, clean piss, that’s a new script
I text ma back, tell her “I’m on the way”
She ain’t gotta worry if I’m dead or I’m caged
[Chorus]
From sirens to sunrises
From county phones to plane flights, yeah
I used to drown in my vices
Now I’m just high on my life, yeah (oh yeah)
I made it out of that darkness
Turned all that pain into light
From eighteen lost in that grime, yeah
To twenty-three gettin’ it right (gettin’ it right)
[Bridge]
I ain’t forget what I did, what I seen (nah)
Scars on my mind still talk in my dreams (yeah)
But I ain’t that kid on the corner no more
I’m the man that he needed before (before)
[Chorus]
From sirens to sunrises
From county phones to plane flights, yeah
I used to drown in my vices
Now I’m just high on my life, yeah (on my life)
I made it out of that darkness
Turned all that pain into light
From eighteen lost in that grime, yeah
To twenty-three gettin’ it right (gettin’ it right, yeah)
Details
GeneratedFeb 5, 2026
Duration2:39
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Moody melodic trap with male vocals; piano loop and airy pads over a slow, heavy drum groove. Verses stay close and confessional, half-rapped half-sung. Big, chantable hook with stacked harmonies and distant ad-libs; subtle bass swells lift the last chorus for a triumphant, reflective outro.
Credits
Prompt by
Tjawesoemenss
TjawesoemenssModelAria v5
Prompt
18 year old me use to popping pills, drinking lean, selling drugs and running from police shooting guns and going to jail to changing my life around at 23, rap
