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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
’02, burned CDs in the backpack
Walkman skipping on the last track
Big tee, headband, throwback
Writing in the margins of my math pad
Cable on, videos in rotation
Durag tight, whole crew in formation
Payphone calls, “yo, you hear that joint?”
Dreams scribbled down, voice still unpolished
’08, sidekick flip, T9 texts
Myspace layouts, who got next
Blog links, leak hits, rush to the desk
Refresh, refresh, tryna keep up with the rest
Snapbacks trade for them fitteds on tilt
Auto-tune croons over ego and guilt
We chant hooks loud in the high school gym
Thinking this whole world was built for them
[Chorus]
From the tape deck days to the algorithm plays
We survived every wave, every phase, every craze
Every ringtone hit, every dance, every phase
Same pen, same pain, just a different decade
From the hand‑to‑hand burn to the digital flame
New slang, new chain, but it’s all the same game
Every hook, every verse, every name in the grave
Same heart, same hurt, just a different decade (yeah)
[Verse 2]
’13, cracked phone with the screen broke
Timeline scroll, new star every repost
Hashtags, challenges, viral smoke
Everybody raps now, that’s the inside joke
Uber to the party, AUX get passed
Bass so rude make the windows gasp
We chant one word like a battle flag
Whole room jump when the 808 drag
’19, world feel strange, glitching
Dark room, blue glow, doom in the mentions
Anxiety laced in the flex and the fashion
Sad boys croon while the cash still flashing
’26, kid in the crib with a hand‑me‑down mic
Type beat queued, dreams in sight
Uploads one song from a cracked device
Somewhere in the world, someone press like
[Chorus]
From the tape deck days to the algorithm plays
We survived every wave, every phase, every craze
Every ringtone hit, every dance, every phase
Same pen, same pain, just a different decade
From the hand‑to‑hand burn to the digital flame
New slang, new chain, but it’s all the same game
Every hook, every verse, every name in the grave
Same heart, same hurt, just a different decade (oh)
[Bridge]
Trends fade, slang switch, outfits change
But a verse still cut like the first time, man
You can trade CDs for a swipe and a tap
But a life still fit in sixteen and a half
[Chorus]
From the tape deck days to the algorithm plays
We survived every wave, every phase, every craze
Every ringtone hit, every dance, every phase
Same pen, same pain, just a different decade
From the hand‑to‑hand burn to the digital flame
New slang, new chain, but it’s all the same game
Every hook, every verse, every name in the grave
Same heart, same hurt, just a different decade (yeah, yeah)
Details
GeneratedApr 10, 2026
Duration3:09
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Early-2000s to mid-2020s rap journey; beat evolves each section: starts with dusty boom‑bap drums and chopped soul, shifts into glossy synth hooks and heavy sub, ends in sparse, eerie trap textures. Dynamic ad-libs, stacked male vocals on the chorus, occasional pitched-down doubles on key punchlines.
Credits
Prompt by
SpiderMystic62
SpiderMystic62ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
rap music from 2000 to 2026
