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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Don't let the streets and stress play ya
I seen it fold grown men in the paper
You keep your chin up, keep your cards tucked
Smile like you cool when the pressure start
Gotta post yo game face
Even when the room feel cold in your face
Rover got as many excuses
But excuses don't feed what you been losin'
[Pre-Chorus]
Nah, I been there
Hands on the wheel, heart in the dirt
Nah, I been there
Tryna look tough when it really hurt
[Chorus]
Game face, game face
Don't let 'em read ya
Game face, game face
Keep it on neat, bruh
Don't let the streets and stress play ya
Don't let the streets and stress play ya
Gotta post yo game face
(yo game face)
[Verse 2]
I feel like a priest listening to confession
Every old wound got a new direction
They talk big, but the shame still heavy
Same little lies in a newer Chevy
Rover got as many excuses
Same dog bark, same chain, same bruises
I ask my own self in the rearview
How much you gon' hide just to get through?
[Pre-Chorus]
Nah, I been there
Lips sealed tight, eyes on the hurt
Nah, I been there
But the truth still rise from the dirt
[Chorus]
Game face, game face
Don't let 'em read ya
Game face, game face
Keep it on neat, bruh
Don't let the streets and stress play ya
Don't let the streets and stress play ya
Gotta post yo game face
(yo game face)
[Bridge]
Late-night prayers in a pickup bed
Short breath, long road, words unsaid
If the whole world watch, let 'em watch me
Still standing straight, still talking softly
[Final Chorus]
Game face, game face
Don't let 'em read ya
Game face, game face
Keep it on neat, bruh
Don't let the streets and stress play ya
Don't let the streets and stress play ya
Gotta post yo game face
(yo game face)
Details
GeneratedMay 9, 2026
Duration2:51
LanguageEnglish
Style
Southern rap with male vocals, trunk-rattling bounce and laid-back double-time pockets; verse rides a sparse kick-snare pocket with rubbery bass and snapped hats, pre-hook tightens with clap rolls and vocal repeats, chorus lands heavier with gang doubles and a chopped chant. Ad-lib pings, delayed hook tails, and a church-organ stab on the turn. Mix is warm, gritty, and wide, like a backseat sermon in a clean low-end master., male vocals, rap
Credits
Prompt byDiscoDrop950
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Dont let the streets and stress
Play ya,
Gotta post
Yo
Game face,
Like u couldn't care less,
Rover got as many excuses ,
I feel like a priest listening to
Confession,
Southern rap male vocals
