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[Verse 1]
Crumbs on the table
Bills in a pile
Mom worked doubles
I ain’t seen her smile
Hand‑me‑down coat
February cold
Dreams in the margins
Of a worksheet fold
Bus seat shaking
Headphones bleeding
Every cracked sidewalk
Had a bar in the seams
Writing on receipts
From the corner store
They said “aim smaller”
I just wrote more
[Chorus]
Dust on the needle, hope in my chest
Heart on the line, ink on my desk
Came from the quiet, turned to a threat
I’m tryna live the lines I ain’t wrote yet
Dust on the needle, loop it again
Pain in the bars, faith in the pen
Came from the bottom, talk to me then
I’m tryna live the lines I ain’t wrote yet (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Uncle hit the bottle
Cousin hit the block
I hit every journal
Like it might unlock
Something in my spirit
Banging on the door
Light through the blinds
On the bedroom floor
Friends talk fast
‘Bout some fast cash
I talk slow
‘Bout my craft, laugh
They said “that rap phase
Gonna fade soon”
Then I packed three shows
In a cramped back room (woo)
[Chorus]
Dust on the needle, hope in my chest
Heart on the line, ink on my desk
Came from the quiet, turned to a threat
I’m tryna live the lines I ain’t wrote yet
Dust on the needle, loop it again
Pain in the bars, faith in the pen
Came from the bottom, talk to me then
I’m tryna live the lines I ain’t wrote yet (oh)
Details
GeneratedMar 19, 2026
Duration2:26
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Warm soul sample chopped over gritty boom bap drums, male vocals. Verses sit close and conversational with subtle vinyl crackle and deep bass. Hook explodes with stacked call‑and‑response chants and gospel‑tinged harmonies. Occasional DJ cuts between sections, energy rising from reflective head‑nod to triumphant closer., hip hop, soul
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Rotexthareal
RotextharealModelAria v5
Prompt
rap, hip hop, boom bap, soul
