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Lyrics
[Verse 1: Male]
Click, dial tone, steel cold in my zone,
Burner on my hip, but I’m feelin’ all alone.
She on the other end, whispers through the static,
Words cut sharper than a knife, automatic.
"Baby, you good?" Nah, I’m deep in the game,
Running from the law, streets screaming my name.
Sweat drips heavy, got the block on my back,
But your voice, ma, it keeps me intact.
[Verse 2: Female]
"Boy, you wildin’, out there playin’ with fire,
You promise me freedom, not a cell or a wire.
I’m holdin’ it down, but my patience is thin,
You out chasing paper, I’m stuck sinkin’ in."
"Don’t tell me ‘bout the streets, I know ‘em too well,
Seen too many homies gettin’ booked, sittin’ in hell.
I ain’t no ride-or-die for a man who won’t grow,
You wanna be my king, better let that life go."
[Chorus: Both]
Late night collect call, lines stay buzzin’,
Talkin’ ‘bout the struggle, the streets, and the lovin’.
We caught in this life, can’t escape the grind,
But through the static, I’m yours, you mine.
[Verse 3: Male]
Ma, I hear you, but the hustle’s all I know,
Bred in the concrete, where the shadows grow.
The money talks loud, but it deafens my soul,
Tryna keep my heart while I’m payin’ the toll.
Details
GeneratedDec 6, 2025
Duration1:17
LanguageEnglish
Style
gritty, gangsta rap, rap, male and female vocals, minimal
Credits
Prompt byJust_xcuses
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A gangsta rap between a man and his woman and they are doing over rhe phone, rap
