

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Lake effect wind in my teeth Grey sky hangin' over me Tracks hum under my feet Same line, new memories (yeah) [Verse 1] Southbound, hood up, cold air bite Used to cut class for the late-night rides Tag on the seat, name half-wiped Like the homies that ain’t make it past 25 Red line rumble in my chest, I’m wired Phone on mute but the block stay dialed Split that pack in a Popeyes lot Prayed that the doors ain’t swing on the spot (uh) Sirens echo off brick and rust Shorty got hit where we used to cut Mama still wait on the porchlight glow Call me by my gov when she talk to the Lord [Chorus] I came up out that underground Where the snow get black and the guns too loud Where the bass shake loose all the drywall down But I’m still here, still here somehow I came up out that underground Every closed door, I kicked it out Whole city on my back right now But I’m still here, still here somehow (yeah) [Verse 2] Blue line blur, I don’t blink, just lean Count ten stops, that’s a whole routine Used to hit licks for the Jordans clean Now I sign checks, put the fam on screen Cousin got booked, he ain’t see that plea Judge read years like a grocery sheet Grandma stash cash in her Bible sheets Say the world too sick, but the Lord gon’ heal Late night, House party in a one-bed flat Basement sweat drippin’ from the pipes and that Shorty hit a move, whole crowd went back Floor felt weak but the love stayed packed (woah) Still see ghost bikes locked to the pole Names in chalk get washed by the snow If I ever fold, let my story be known We was diamonds in the gravel by the Kedzie road [Chorus] I came up out that underground Where the snow get black and the guns too loud Where the bass shake loose all the drywall down But I’m still here, still here somehow I came up out that underground Every closed door, I kicked it out Whole city on my back right now But I’m still here, still here somehow (still here) [Bridge] Look at me now, same line, new seat (yeah) Same pain, new ink on the beat Same sky, but the clouds part clean For a split-second, feel the whole West gleam [Chorus] I came up out that underground Where the snow get black and the guns too loud Where the bass shake loose all the drywall down But I’m still here, still here somehow I came up out that underground Every closed door, I kicked it out Whole city on my back right now But I’m still here, still here somehow (still here, still here)
Tags
rap, Chicago drill / cloud-rap hybrid with hazy synth pads, warped vocal chops, and rattling percussion over distorted 808 low-end; verses in a tight, menacing pocket that swing into a floaty, reverb-soaked hook. Subtle house shuffle in the hi-hats, glitchy stutters on transitions, male vocals slightly overdriven, ad-libs tucked wide. Energy rises from brooding cruise to a dizzy, triumphant final chorus., drill, chicago house, glitch
2:26
No
3/16/2026