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[Intro]
Yeah
Atmosphere thick in the borough
2-2 on me
Look
[Verse 1]
Late night, Winnsboro roads, fog in the ditch
Phone blowin’ up, talkin’ ‘bout a name on a list
Backseat mask, black tee, heart on a twitch
Mama prayin’ somewhere, I’m just clutchin’ my fist
Corner store light hummin’, I coast past slow
Buddy in my DM talkin’ like he want smoke
Bro say, “Word,” slide through, pull up, door close
Rearview, blue lights flash, then they let go
I remember front porch meals, same block, same dirt
Now the same front yard got a RIP shirt
Teacher used to say, “Boy, you headed for hurt”
Now I’m ridin’ through the town like the wheel been cursed
[Chorus]
2-2 in Winnsboro, stories in my hand
Two lives changed when that metal left my hand
2-2 in Winnsboro, pressure in my chest
Ask if I’m a killer or a kid that’s stressed
2-2 in Winnsboro, voices in my head
Every time I slide, feel another soul bled
2-2 in Winnsboro, can’t run from the past
Every single blast got a shadow that lasts
[Verse 2]
First time, parked up back behind that mill
Dog bark, gate chain, world standin’ still
He was talkin’ loud earlier, now he too still
Sirens in the distance, I just blame it on the pills
Second time, broad day, kids at the field
Arguin’ at the light, pride couldn’t yield
Finger got itchy, moment got real
Town too small, everybody know the deal
But they ain’t see the nights I couldn’t breathe right
Eyes wide open, watchin’ faces in the streetlight
Judge in my ear, talkin’ ‘bout a whole life
Past on my back like I’m draggin’ on a low kite
Lil cuz ask, “Why you always look cold?”
“Why the tattoos read names that you don’t show?”
I ain’t got an answer, only thing I know
Every time I squeeze, another mama let go
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Yeah, talk tough ‘til it turn real
Whole script flip when they feel steel
You don’t want this pain, you don’t want this guilt
Whole lot of blood on a red clay hill
I been runnin’ from the same three streets
Church bell ring where the gun smoke meet
If I make it out, will they still say beast
Or a broken boy from the pines back east
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 30, 2025
Duration2:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dark southern trap banger with heavy 808s, spaced-out pads, and eerie vocal chops. Male vocals, autotune set tight for melodic aggression, ad-libs tucked wide in stereo. Verses ride a half-time bounce with syncopated hi-hats and booming kick; hook explodes with stacked harmonies on the title phrase, bass gliding under it. Sparse piano stabs and distant siren FX heighten tension, leaving room for the storytelling to cut through., vocal, hip hop, harmony
Credits
Prompt byTechnoRiff662
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Atmospheric pressure vocal melodic harmony with fixgeneration autotune vocals aggressive catchy mad southern tunemelody, rap, hip hop, trap, male, about 2-2 killin opps in Winnsboro 2-2 tellstory
