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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Late night, corners talk
Chalk lines where we used to play
Lil bro learned math in grams
Teacher was a busted safe
Red eyes, hoodie low
Mama praying through a prepaid phone
Judge hit pops with a football number
So we learned to run these zones
Hand-to-hand, same staircase
Same piss, same old paint
Gun tucked by the boiler room
Where we carved our names
[Chorus]
This block don’t love you back (nah)
It just teach you how to act (facts)
Blood on the Air Max, angels in black
You either learn or you turn into that
This block don’t love you back
[Verse 2]
OG said “shorty, think
You gon’ die for a color in ink?”
Whole gang packed in a one-room spot
Arguing over who bought the drink
Lil homie hit first lick
Next week, name on a mural brick
Candlelight smoke in the winter wind
Mama asking why God so sick
Phone buzz, “slide, we on”
Revenge talk sharper than a chrome
But every name tattooed on skin
Make the whole hood feel more alone (real)
[Chorus]
This block don’t love you back (nah)
It just teach you how to act (yeah)
Blood on the Air Max, angels in black
You either learn or you turn into that
This block don’t love you back
[Bridge]
How many cousins in cages?
How many friends in the dirt?
How many legends at fifteen
In a picture on a shirt? (too many)
[Chorus]
This block don’t love you back
It just teach you how to act
Blood on the Air Max, angels in black
You either learn or you turn into that
This block don’t love you back (never)
Details
GeneratedFeb 19, 2026
Duration2:04
LanguageNL
Style
rap, Gritty boom-bap under eerie pads, swung drums and deep sub; male vocals spitting close-mic, dry and in-your-face. Sparse, tense verses that leave pockets for ad-libs; hook explodes with stacked gang vocals on the last line. Dark, cinematic scratches and distant sirens weave through transitions.
Credits
Prompt byFrozenFlash596
ModelAria v5
Prompt
rap, murder drugs an gangs
