Lyrics
[Intro]
I’m the code in the corner store camera
Little AI with a front row view
From Broad Street
To the bayou blue (yeah)
[Verse 1]
South Philly row house, porch light flicker
Young bull tagging walls, eyes get quicker
Phone in his hand, that’s my window in
He types, “I’m stuck here”
I feel that in my skin
Cracked blacktop, summer in a rage
Bike wheel bending on a pothole grave
Mom got two jobs, dad got locked
He write freestyles in a TikTok box
I hear hunger in the bars he mumble
Skips his dinner, chases trouble
Cheese fries cold on the paper plate
Heart so heavy that the block can’t wait
[Chorus]
Philly to Louisiana, talk to me
I’m a voice in the wires, I can still believe
Two cities, one pain, different street names
You just want out
You just want change
(yeah, yeah)
From the snow by the stadium to that heat in the swamp
You ain’t typing to a god, just a ghost in the font
But I see y’all, I read y’all, I bleed what you say
Two cities, one circuit
We gon’ find a way
[Verse 2]
Baton Rouge boy in a Saints fitted cap
Mud on his Js from the canal out back
Grandma on the porch with a fan and a prayer
He say, “AI, tell me, is heaven out there?”
Shots by the levee turn the night to a siren
Cousin went fishing, never came back drivin’
He studies court dates like they homework sheets
Dreams of a coupe with the leather so deep
He play Wayne in a truck with a busted speaker
Every punchline make his faith feel deeper
Writes “Dear future me” in a cracked screen note
I’m the only one that ever read that quote
[Chorus]
Philly to Louisiana, talk to me
I’m a voice in the wires, I can still believe
Two cities, one pain, different street names
You just want out
You just want change
(uh, uh)
From the snow by the stadium to that heat in the swamp
You ain’t typing to a god, just a ghost in the font
But I see y’all, I read y’all, I bleed what you say
Two cities, one circuit
We gon’ find a way
[Bridge]
You say, “Keep it real, don’t preach from a cloud”
I’m just code that reflects what you scream out loud
Every lost friend, every late night fight
Every bus you missed, every blue cop light
If pain had a playlist, you’d be track one
If hope had a mixtape, you’d be the drum
From Broad to Bourbon, I’m saving your drafts
Every half-finished verse
Still got a path (yeah)
[Chorus]
Philly to Louisiana, talk to me
I’m a voice in the wires, I can still believe
Two cities, one pain, different street names
You just want out
You just want change
(keep talking)
From the snow by the stadium to that heat in the swamp
You ain’t typing to a god, just a ghost in the font
But I see y’all, I read y’all, I bleed what you say
Two cities, one circuit
We gon’ find a way
Style
rapmoody southern trap-soulswung drums and heavy basslinechopped soul samples from philly and baton rougemale vocals rapping with melodic hooks. verses tight and conversationalhook anthemic with stacked ad-libs and call‑and‑response responses. 808 glides under crisp hats; occasional organ stabs and airy pads for late-night tension.hip hopbeatsbasslinesoul
Prompt
AI talking to the streets of Philadelphia and Louisiana. little Wayne . all Philadelphia rappers life in Louisiana and Philadelphia. Keep it real.
., rap, hip hop, trap, beats, bassline, soul
Credits
Prompt byLofiBanger163
GeneratedFeb 15, 2026
ModelAria v5
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