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Lyrics
[Verse]
Born in the swamp where the gators don’t sleep,
Mama cryin’ in the kitchen, pop’s buried deep.
Red clay roads and the devil’s own heat,
Dreams crushed quick, broken glass on the street.
[Verse 2]
Knew the taste of hunger ‘fore I knew the taste of love,
Crows circle low, skies heavy up above.
Blood on my sneakers, dirt under my nails,
Every day a gamble, every breath a tale.
[Chorus]
Chains on my wrist, both gold and rust,
Every handshake’s a gamble, who to trust?
Life in the south, shadows all around,
Tryna climb out, but the weight pulls me down.
[Verse 3]
Crack pipe whispers, the corner got a song,
Taught me wrong was right just to string me along.
Hustle was survival, never played to win,
But the devil’s contract always signs in sin.
[Bridge]
Streetlights flicker, hear the reaper’s laugh,
Every friend’s a ghost, every choice my last.
Saw my reflection in a puddle of blood,
Tears mix with dirt, washed away in the flood.
[Verse 4]
Saw death in my rearview, speedin’ on the lane,
No church in the wild, just a choir of pain.
Southside born, baptized in flames,
Struggles in my veins, scars spell my name.
Details
GeneratedMay 30, 2025
Duration3:44
LanguageEnglish
Style
horrorcore, fast-paced delivery, male vocals, dark, low, deep, trap, rap, gritty
Credits
Prompt by
TexZn
TexZnModelAria v4
Prompt
Dark rap, horrorcore, speedy flow, deep reflection of a hard life and upbringing in a low income family in the south, struggles of drug abuse and gang violence, rap, trap
