Lyrics
[Intro]
Can I make it out?
Or should I just quit?
Gang bangin', slangin'
Never really fit
[Verse 1]
I was on that curb
Heart in a notebook
Homies in the mix
I was in a hook
House full of yelling
I would turn it down
Slip inside a song
Drown out every sound
They was chasing stripes
I was chasing chords
Tryna tune the pain
Into something warm
Mama said "you special"
Uncle said "you next"
Judge said "pick a side"
I said "I just want a desk"
[Chorus]
Can I make it out or should I just quit?
Gang bangin' and slangin' never felt like it
Music was all I had when the block went cold
Every line, every rhyme kept me in control
Can I make it out or should I just quit?
I been talkin' to the sky like "is this it?"
Music was all I had, all I ever could hold
So I’m bettin' everything on this soul
[Verse 2]
Shootout by the store
Shells on the sidewalk
I was in the back room
Tryna make the mic talk
Homie hit my phone
"Slide, we on a move"
I text back a prayer
Then I cut another groove
Cousin caught a case
He ain't gettin' bond
Tears on my hands
Ink on my palms
Every time I write
I escape a bit
Every bar I spit
Another bullet missed
[Chorus]
Can I make it out or should I just quit?
Gang bangin' and slangin' never felt like it
Music was all I had when the block went cold
Every line, every rhyme kept me in control
Can I make it out or should I just quit?
I been talkin' to the sky like "is this it?"
Music was all I had, all I ever could hold
So I’m bettin' everything on this soul
[Bridge]
If I leave tonight
Will they say I changed?
Or will they play my songs
Tryna ease the pain?
If I stay right here
I know how it ends
So I’m packin' my fears
And I’m bringin' this pen (yeah)
[Chorus]
Can I make it out or should I just quit?
Gang bangin' and slangin' never felt like it
Music was all I had when the block went cold
Every line, every rhyme kept me in control
Can I make it out or should I just quit?
I been talkin' to the sky like "is this it?"
Music was all I had, all I ever could hold
So I’m bettin' everything on this soul
[Outro]
Can I make it out?
Or should I just quit?
Gang bangin' and slangin'
Never was my fit
Music in my veins
Even if I fall
If I lose it all
Music was all
Style
raphybrid west coast bounce with lush r&b and soul textures; swung drumswarm suband crisp hats under a lazymelodic male vocal hook. verses ride a laid-back g-funk pocket with subtle talkbox-style harmonies; choruses bloom with stacked background vocals and airy pads. sax and oboe answer vocal phrases; cello holds longemotional roots in the low mids. final hook strips to drumsbassand sax riff for a head-nod outro.r&bpopsaxophonehip hopsoulcello
Prompt
Hip Hop , R&b , Soul , Pop ,
West coast Nate Dogg type flow
Drums & effects
Saxophone,Cello,Oboe
Can I make it out or should I just quit
Gang banging and slanging wasn’t my Thang, music was all
Credits
Prompt by
BiScotti
BiScottiGeneratedJan 17, 2026
ModelAria v5
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