Track · Apr 4, 2026 · English

Ran From What He Made

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2:57

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English

Lyrics

[Intro]

I was done with life

Closed my eyes, said “take it, bro”

Gave the wheel to a demon in my face

Then I woke up years later like “oh, hell no” (yeah)

[Verse 1]

I was tired of the fight

Told my shadow “you can drive”

Blackout on a Tuesday

Blink once, lose five years of my life

I wake up to a condo I don’t know

Cold glass, gold frames, and a line on the table

My face in a frame on a club wall

Whole city praying to a walking fable

Everybody at the door, scream my name

But they don’t know mine, just the brand he made

Every couch got a body, every room got a stain

Every phone full of numbers I can’t place to a face

[Chorus]

I ran from what he made

Now I’m trapped in his parade

Fast life, bright flames, burnt veins, black shades

They chant my name, but they calling his name

I ran from what he made

Now I’m choking on the fame

Cash piled high like a cage, not a safe

Tried to hide in the dark, but he lit up my face (yeah)

[Verse 2]

Drawers full of pills, closet full of blood-red tags

Notes in my own handwriting that I don’t understand

“Meet plug at the dock,” “bring heat, bring bags”

Whole life like a script that I never even planned

I see moms in the screenshots begging me to change

I see ops in the DMs plotting where I hang

Got a girl in my bed calls me pet names

But she staring at my tats like they’re brand names

Every story he wrote got my voice on it

Every lie that he told got my choice on it

I was ready for the grave, gave the ghost the pen

Now I’m living in a body that he bent to the end

[Chorus]

I ran from what he made

Now I’m trapped in his parade

Fast life, bright flames, burnt veins, black shades

They chant my name, but they calling his name

I ran from what he made

Now I’m choking on the fame

Cash piled high like a cage, not a safe

Tried to hide in the dark, but he lit up my face (yeah)

[Bridge]

Who signed that deal in my blood?

Who turned my pain into mud?

Who built this throne out of dust and hate?

I look in the mirror, it’s me, too late (too late)

[Chorus]

I ran from what he made

Now I’m stuck in his charade

Fast life, cold heart, thin line, dull blade

Every time they scream loud, I just feel more afraid

I ran from what he made

Every dollar, every taste

Every high that he chased got me sick, got me dazed

Tried to sleep through my life, now I’m wide-awake in his plague

Style

rapaggressive trap beat at 145 bpmdark bell loop and detuned synthsheavy 808s that slam on the downbeat. male vocalsdry and upfront in the mix with ad-libs tucked wide. verses start clipped and menacingdouble-time pockets and triplet flows; hook explodes with shouted layers and pitch-shifted dubs. occasional risers and bass drops heighten the feeling of waking into a nightmare you created.sleep

Prompt

rap, trap,angry rap,I was done with life gave my alter ego control for a while went to sleep years later woke up to a nightmare,cash,drugs,fast life everyone saying my name,ran from what he made.

Credits

Prompt byMistyBlade8

GeneratedApr 4, 2026

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