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Lyrics
[Verse]
Leg cast thick, like a tree trunk splintered,
Hospital lights flicker, dreams get wintered.
Miss my Uber hustle, money on pause,
Bills stackin' high, that's the devil's clause.
Painkillers buzzin', but the grind don't fade,
Gun range visions, how my shots get made.
Wheelchair rolls, but my aim stays steady,
Broken but loaded, my trigger hand ready.
[Chorus]
Can't drive, can't fly, can't Uber, just sigh,
Leg in a cage, but my spirit won’t die.
Gunpowder dreams keep me sane in this game,
Healing slow, but the fire still flames.
[Verse 2]
Crutches like stilts, walkin' tall in my mind,
Doc says "rest," but I’m wastin' time.
Patients moan, hallways echo despair,
But I’m writin' bars with the hospital air.
Miss the road grind, miss the app buzzin',
Miss the quick cash, got my pockets fussin'.
Gun range therapy, aim sharp, soul clears,
Every shot fired, every doubt disappears.
[Bridge]
Wheelchair driftin', nurse givin' me the side-eye,
Dreamin' 'bout a target with the bullseye.
Leg snapped, but my spirit still sprints,
Life’s a bullet, and I’m leavin’ no prints.
Details
GeneratedAug 11, 2025
Duration3:32
LanguageEnglish
Style
mid-tempo groove, sparse piano stabs, gritty, rap, raw, hip hop, heavy bass
Credits
Prompt by
Denway
DenwayModelAria v4
Prompt
rap, hip hop in the hospital with broken leg miss do uber and going to gun range
