Lyrics
[Verse]
Pavement scars, dreams in the gutter
Shadows hustle, can't trust a brother
Mama cried, fridge light flickered
Rats in the walls, clock hands quicker
Empty bottles tell stories of pain
Sidewalks soaked in yesterday's rain
Hunger growlin', echo in the ribs
Trap or die, this the life we live
[Chorus]
Survive the storm, through the dark we move
Every bruise a badge, every scar the proof
From the Bay to the block, hustlers born
Rise from the ashes, survive the storm
[Verse 2]
Corners speak, whispers of the hustle
Dreams sold cheap, wrapped in a duffle
Kids on the curb, lost in the fog
Streetlights dim, hope feels clogged
Duct tape on shoes, still chasing bread
Nightmares dance where angels fled
Hustle hard, through the devil’s lair
Life ain't fair, we just breathe the air
[Bridge]
Trap phones ring, melodies of sin
Empty pockets scream, gotta let the grind begin
From dope fiends to queens, stories intertwine
In the grime we shine, redefine the line
Style
heavy 808 bassdeeptrap west coastinspiringmale vocalsgritty texturesrapatmospheric synths
Prompt
rap, trap west coast, thug life, gangster, streets, poverty, drug abuse and drug dealing, homeless people, poverty. Inspiring people,Bay Area rap, hustlers, sex trafficking, deep bass, struggling
Credits
Prompt by
KillaSun
KillaSunGeneratedAug 13, 2025
ModelAria v4