Lyrics
[Intro]
Used to pray I’d see
Another daylight, barely sleep
Case numbers in my dreams
Now it’s commas on receipts
[Verse 1]
I was posted on that corner
Cold nights, same hoodie, same odor
Parole papers in my pocket
Violation one step over
Judge read my name so often
Sounded like a distant cousin
Mama crying in the front row
I was numb, I ain’t feel nothing
Felon on my jacket
Every door slam in my face
Applications in the trash can
They ain’t let me clean my slate
So I doubled back to that pavement
Told myself “just one more play”
Soon as product hit the palm
All them morals looked away
[Chorus]
From felon to fortune
I bled for this portion
Turned stress into pressure
Turned pressure to torches
I was broke, now I’m focused
Can’t be hanging with vultures
I’m just stacking, staying solid
Getting money, ducking suckers
[Verse 2]
I was serving out the hallway
Hand-to-hand, heart racing, heartstone
Every siren had me frozen
I ain’t wanna go back, not home
Seen my homie lose his freedom
Over pride, over one wrong glance
Seen a cousin lose his heartbeat
Wrong side of the wrong advance
So I sat down with my shadow
Asked myself, “You done or not?”
Either die here with this bundle
Or go flip this grind to stock
Turned that lil’ green to a blueprint
Started moving smarter, not loud
Same block still know my name
But it echo different now
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
I don’t beef with lames, I don’t argue
Petty talk can’t hit this volume
Used to fight for stripes on pavement
Now I fight for time and options
Got my record on my back, yeah
But my future in my palms
If you wasn’t in that trap
You can’t question how I’m calm
[Chorus]
Style
rapdarkminimal trap beat with heavy 808s and sparse piano stabs; verses ride a laid-back but menacing pocketclose-up male vocalssubtle ad-libs. chorus hits with wider stereo synth pads and stacked hookslow brass reinforcing the bass. second half adds ticking hi-hats and filtered vocal chopsending with a coldconfident fade-out.deep
Prompt
Deep rap about a guy who been a felon and a thug that decided to hustle in the streets selling weed to make a living and changed his ways, getting to the money and staying away from suckers rap 808’s
Credits
Prompt by
BugzieThePlug
BugzieThePlugGeneratedJan 8, 2026
ModelAria v5
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