Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] We was kids on the porch Dreams bigger than the block we on Now your face on a shirt Candles drip where the chalk been drawn Used to laugh in the back of the store Now I’m counting these bands, but it feel like war Whole clique iced, but my chest stay sore Every stack that I touch, I just miss you more [Chorus] Pop guns, money, drugs, and broken hearts All this flex just covering scars I got racks in the safe, still torn apart You can’t buy back a soul once it’s gone that far Pop guns, money, drugs, and broken hearts Yeah, we burn it all down when the night too dark Got a smile on my face, but it’s painted marks Every win feel revenge, every breath feel hard (yeah) [Verse 2] Shorty left with a note Said I loved the high more than I loved her Now my phone full of ghosts Names saved with a halo and a curse I got ops on the list that I recite Like a prayer when I stare at the city lights Say forgive, but I’m only tryna get right If they did me how they did, they’d wanna bite [Chorus] Pop guns, money, drugs, and broken hearts All this flex just covering scars I got racks in the safe, still torn apart You can’t buy back a soul once it’s gone that far Pop guns, money, drugs, and broken hearts Yeah, we burn it all down when the night too dark Got a smile on my face, but it’s painted marks Every win feel revenge, every breath feel hard (hard)
Tags
rap, Dark melodic trap with male vocals, detuned bells over a moody pad and tight, knocking drums. Verses ride a laid‑back pocket with whispered ad-libs, low 808 glide, and subtle pitch-shifted backing. Hook explodes with stacked auto-tuned harmonies, wide stereo hats, and a saturated bass that blooms on downbeats. Final chorus adds filtered background vocals and a stuttered delay on key phrases for a vengeful, haunted feel., pop
Duration
1:59
Instrumental
No
Created
1/22/2026