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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ash on the floor
Smoke in my lungs
Used to hug that corner
Chasing that rush
High as a mug
Eyes on the cash
Block full of ghosts
Same old trap
Little homie laughing
Next week chalk
Time flies by
Like a gun shot
Mama in the kitchen
Hands on her head
Said, “Boy you blessed
Don’t play with death”
[Chorus]
I remember street dope
High as a mug, I was so gone
Dead homies in my phone
Names I can’t call no more
Time flies by like a gun shot
Bang, then the world just stops
All of that smoke, all of that talk
But I still ride with the ones we lost
[Verse 2]
Tears in my drink
Hate in my heart
Thought it was love
Really was dark
Candlelight pictures
Wall full of frames
Every new funeral
Feel more ashamed
I been hearing they voices
When I’m alone
“Get out that life, bro
Make it back home”
Still see that alley
Still smell that rain
Still feel that first hit
Burn in my veins
[Chorus]
I remember street dope
High as a mug, I was so gone
Dead homies in my phone
Names I can’t call no more
Time flies by like a gun shot
Bang, then the world just stops
All of that smoke, all of that talk
But I still ride with the ones we lost (yeah)
Details
GeneratedFeb 23, 2026
Duration1:53
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dark, cinematic gangsta rap beat at midtempo, heavy sub-bass and sparse piano stabs. Male vocals up front with a gravelly, conversational delivery; hook brings in low, eerie choir pads and doubled vocals for weight. Occasional siren and vinyl texture swells between sections to deepen the street atmosphere., gangster rap
Credits
Prompt by
DickemDown
DickemDownModelAria v5
Prompt
I remember Street dope. It makes me feel High as a mug. I miss Dead homies. Time flies by so Like a gun shot. My favorite genre of music is Gangster rap.
