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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
My brother fell by the store
Yellow tape on the curb
Momma kept the front door locked
I kept my fists on burn
They said, "let it go, Lil bro"
Man, that ain't how it works
I still see his cap by the sink
I still feel that first hit hurt
[Pre-Chorus]
I had rage in my teeth
Had a name on my tongue
Had a hand on the path
But I knew where it come from
One more wrong turn
And I'd join the gone
So I stood in the fire
And I held that line strong
[Chorus]
No more brothers gone
No more brothers gone
I can't feed that gun
No more brothers gone
No more brothers gone
We been hurt too long
I won't chase that dark
No more brothers gone
[Verse 2]
I wrote his name on a page
Then I crossed it back out
I heard sirens in my sleep
When the house got loud
His little niece ask, "where he at?"
And I swallow that sound
I wanna break every wall
But I got kids lookin' out
[Pre-Chorus]
I had rage in my teeth
Had a name on my tongue
Had a hand on the path
But I knew where it come from
One more wrong turn
And I'd join the gone
So I stood in the fire
And I held that line strong
[Chorus]
No more brothers gone
No more brothers gone
I can't feed that gun
No more brothers gone
No more brothers gone
We been hurt too long
I won't chase that dark
No more brothers gone
[Bridge]
If I speak, let it be truth
Not a blade in the air
Let the block keep my face
And the pain keep its dare
I miss you every day
That's the weight that I carry
But I won't make your grave
Bigger with somebody scary
[Final Chorus]
No more brothers gone
No more brothers gone
I can't feed that gun
No more brothers gone
No more brothers gone
We been hurt too long
I won't chase that dark
No more brothers gone
Details
GeneratedJun 22, 2026
Duration2:56
LanguageEnglish
Style
Chicago drill-influenced rap with sliding 808s, cold minor-key piano stabs, tight hi-hat triplets, and a tense half-time bounce; verse rides sparse drums and clipped bass, pre-chorus strips to handclaps and a filtered choir pad, chorus hits with gang doubles and a short chantable anchor. Gravelly male vocals, close-mic and raw in verses, shouted ad-libs on the hook, tape-stop turns and siren-like synth swells between sections, bright punchy mix with hard low-end, rap
Credits
Prompt byLilZ2TheD
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Chicago rap about real shit, losing a brother to a gun and getting revenge
