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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
That’s my brother right there
[low vocal register]
If you know, you know
[Verse 1]
He grew up on cul-de-sacs
But he talk like the cul-de-fact
Boardwalk dreams with the dice in hand
Skate shoes, but he move like a marching band
Mama said, "Why you sag those jeans?"
He just laughed, "That’s how I feel seen"
Country club lawn with the backyard hoop
He was bumpin’ street tales while he shot that loop
He say "bro" to the bus stop fam
Knows every slang, not a tourist, man
He can quote the pain, but he’s lived that gap
Outta place in the burbs, still stitched to the map
[Chorus]
My brother’s two worlds in one skin (yeah)
Outside say he don’t fit in
Inside he know where he been
White by shade, but the soul feel different
My brother’s two worlds in one skin (one skin)
Laugh at the box they put him in
He just walk how his heart been livin’
White by shade, but the soul feel different
[Verse 2]
Sunday dinner, uncles make jokes
"Why you talk like that?" tryna provoke
He just smirk, hit a shoulder roll
Turn that awkward room to a block patrol
He the first one there when the crew got beef
Hands on shoulders, keep the peace in the street
He don’t play dress-up, that’s his truth
Same kid from the sandbox to the booth
He know some things he’ll never feel
Like blue lights’ weight or the hunger for a meal
So he listen more, let the homies speak
Carry their stories when his tongue get weak
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
He ain’t tryna steal a crown
He just grew up on that sound
Raised on mix-tape sermons, concrete psalms
Never had the scars, but he learned the songs
I seen him check his boys when they cross that line
"Respect where it’s from, that culture ain’t mine"
Still, when the beat hit, it’s clear as day
He wired a little different, but it’s all okay
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 24, 2025
Duration2:39
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Grimy boom-bap beat with modern low-end, crunchy drums, and chopped soul sample. Verses ride in a storytelling pocket with confident, playful flow; hook opens up with gang-style chants and call-and-response ad-libs. Occasional vinyl crackle and filtered intro/outro keep it raw and intimate.
Credits
Prompt byNeuronRetro186
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A song about my brother who is white but is black, rap
