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Lyrics
[Intro]
(Yeah)
I remember all that
They don't know ’bout that
Though
(For real)
[Verse 1]
Posted on that corner
Cold rain on my hoodie
Judge gave bro a number
He ain't comin’ home fully
Mama said she prayin’
But my phone keep ringin’
Name in they mouth
Same time ears keep ringin’
Cards on the table
I was playin’ them crooked
Hunger in my stomach
Every opp got booked quick
Ran from the sirens
Mud on my laces
Got it out the gravel
Not the bright safe places
[Chorus]
Heart in the trenches
Mind in a grave
I was just a shorty tryna act real brave
Everybody say they love you
Then they turn strange
Same ones dappin’ you
Givin’ out your name
Heart in the trenches
Eyes on the door
Hand on my hoodie
Feet on the floor
If I go today
Know I went too hard
I ain’t never back down
I ain’t play no part (nah)
[Verse 2]
Seen my homie on a shirt
Still can’t process
Used to share fries
Now they sharing his progress
Block got quiet when the chalk hit pavement
Moms can't sleep
Every knock feel dangerous
Money in the mattress
Trust in the Glock
Talk cheap here
Every word get you watched
Short fuse temper
Long list of losses
Prayed for a win
Got more more coffins
[Chorus]
Heart in the trenches
Mind in a grave
I was just a shorty tryna act real brave
Everybody say they love you
Then they turn strange
Same ones dappin’ you
Givin’ out your name
Heart in the trenches
Eyes on the door
Hand on my hoodie
Feet on the floor
If I go today
Know I went too hard
I ain’t never back down
I ain’t play no part (never)
Details
GeneratedMar 8, 2026
Duration1:58
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark, Chicago drill-style beat with heavy sub bass and skittering hi-hats; ominous piano loop and distant vocal chops. Male vocals, close and aggressive in the verses, doubled on key end-rhymes. Chorus opens with shouted ad-libs, stacked gang vocals, and a slight tempo lift for that raw, story-driven street energy.
Credits
Prompt byLuckyThunder37
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A song with a lot of bass and sounds like King Von 
