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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yo, yo, yo, lemme speak on it,
Streets don't sleep, they creep on it,
Corners breathe stories, got heat on it.
A cold wind blows, whispers in alleys,
Where dreams shatter, fall deeper than valleys.
Hustlers and hustled, a cycle of chains,
Life's a dice game, loaded with pain.
[Verse 1]
See the block got rules, written in blood ink,
Rats scurry fast, bodies float where ships sink.
Brick walls hear secrets, they never snitch,
Sidewalk cracks hide tears, life’s a glitch.
Mama prayin' loud, but the devil plays poker,
Hands full of sins, the streets my only broker.
Every step I take feels borrowed, not owned,
Every call from the block's another gravestone.
[Chorus]
Street chronicles, tales from the dark,
Every line’s a scar, every soul's a mark.
Street chronicles, shadows don’t lie,
Dreams die young, but the hustle don’t cry.
[Verse 2]
Dodge cops like potholes, life’s a tightrope,
Hope got shot twice, now I sling dope.
Kids with no heroes, just mirrors with cracks,
Reflection of a life where the future’s abstract.
Graffiti on the walls, screams in color,
Brother kills brother, then mourns his mother.
Chain-link fences, whispers in the yard,
No love letters, just a cellblock card.
[Pre-Chorus]
The hood’s a preacher, sermons in the night,
Taught me wrong’s a right when you fight to survive.
[Chorus]
Street chronicles, tales from the dark,
Every line’s a scar, every soul's a mark.
Street chronicles, shadows don’t lie,
Dreams die young, but the hustle don’t cry.
Details
GeneratedJul 16, 2025
Duration2:47
LanguageEnglish
Style
male vocals, heavy bassline, raw and commanding, rap, gritty, boom-bap beats with dusty vinyl crackles, 90s-inspired, and sharp snares. male vocals, layered with subtle echo for depth. sparse piano stabs and atmospheric turntable scratches for texture.
Credits
Prompt by
Drozalloxx
DrozalloxxModelAria v4
Prompt
Old school rap, 90s rap, ganster rap, bringing the point across, male vocals. Song with a longer intro and outro.
