Lyrics
[Verse 1]
He ain’t show up to the door, just a name on a page
Old pictures in a drawer, face fading with age
Mom working two shifts, cheap shoes, same hoodie
Teacher asked about my father, I just stared at my hoodie
Nights on the floor, roaches on the wall
Her crying in the kitchen, trying not to call
Anybody for help, just praying over rice
She said, “All we really got is faith and this fight”
[Chorus]
I grew up in hell with my momma
Turned all of that pain into armor
Scars on my heart, that’s my honor
I became who I am through the trauma
Yeah, I went through hell with my momma (with my momma)
Every single tear made me stronger (made me stronger)
He ain’t raise me, that’s on my momma
I became who I am through the drama
[Verse 2]
We arguing about bills, I’m a kid feeling grown
She yelling ’cause she tired, I’m yelling ’cause I’m broke
Holes in my socks, fists in the drywall
Both of us mad at a man that don’t call
Saw her wipe blood, then go back to work
Smile on her face like her ribs didn’t hurt
Told me, “Never be the kind that can walk away
From a child that got your eyes and your last name”
[Chorus]
I grew up in hell with my momma
Turned all of that pain into armor
Scars on my heart, that’s my honor
I became who I am through the trauma
Yeah, I went through hell with my momma (oh, my momma)
Every single tear made me stronger (way stronger)
He ain’t raise me, that’s on my momma
I became who I am through the drama
[Bridge]
Now I bless that table she once cried on
Keys to a house that we leave the lights on
Look in the mirror, see the man I became
Thank her for the strength, never speak his name
[Chorus]
I grew up in hell with my momma
Turned all of that pain into armor
Scars on my heart, that’s my honor
I became who I am through the trauma
Yeah, I went through hell with my momma (with my momma)
Every single tear made me stronger (made me stronger)
He ain’t raise me, that’s on my momma
I became who I am through the drama
Style
rapmoody boom-bap with warm soul sample chops and deep male vocals; verses sit in a gritty pocket with close-mic intimacyhook opens up with layered harmonies and a bigger snaresubtle piano stabs in the background; final chorus adds ad-lib stacks and a slight tape-saturated lift for a cathartichead-nod finish
Prompt
A rap song about how I grew up without a dad and had to go through hell with my momma to be the person I am.
Credits
Prompt byPolarFlame216
GeneratedMar 16, 2026
ModelAria v5
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