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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
County line black, I’m cut from the pine
Mud on my boots, got a gold in my spine
You talk that king talk, I don’t need the crown
I seen too many men get swallowed in the ground
Mama said, boy, keep your eyes on the plate
Folks smile too wide when they carry that weight
Church bell ring, but the guilt don’t leave
Whole porch leanin’ when the night gon’ breathe
[Pre-Chorus]
You know my name
You know my face
Say what you want
Then say it to my place
[Chorus]
It’s treason then
It’s treason then
Say it like smoke
And watch it spin
It’s treason then
It’s treason then
Cross that line
You don’t come back in
[Verse 2]
Sugar in the tank, but the engine still hums
Three in the back with the grips on the drums
Chain on my neck, but the rust don’t lie
Every good word got a blade inside
I been through the flood, through the heat, through the bruises
Learned how to stand when the whole room loses
If they come for my seat, better come with nerve
’Cause I don’t bend easy, I don’t miss my word
[Pre-Chorus]
You know my name
You know my face
Say what you want
Then say it to my place
[Chorus]
It’s treason then
It’s treason then
Say it like smoke
And watch it spin
It’s treason then
It’s treason then
Cross that line
You don’t come back in
[Bridge]
Slow ride, cold grin
Dirty hands, sharp sin
Heard the truth in the back room hum
Now the whole damn table know what you done
[Final Chorus]
It’s treason then
It’s treason then
Say it like smoke
And watch it spin
It’s treason then
It’s treason then
Cross that line
You don’t come back in
Details
GeneratedJul 30, 2026
Duration3:05
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark Southern rap with a slow trunk-rattling groove, booming 808s, punchy snare cracks, and a swung head-nod pulse; verse rides eerie accordion and low violin drones, pre-chorus strips to handclaps and tense whisper doubles, chorus slams with sub drops and a warped choir chant. Gritty close-mic male vocals, doubled hook lines, occasional ad-lib echoes, reverse swells into each drop, dusty and भारी in the mix., low, rap, slow, accordion, violin
Credits
Prompt byPatternFunky897
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Dark Southern rap It’s Treason Then & slow trunk-rattling groove, booming 808s, punchy snare cracks, and a swung head-nod pulse; verse sections lean on eerie accordion and low violin drones, pre-drop
