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Lyrics
[Intro]
Screen door creak
Old paint peel
Cig ash fallin
This how the truth feel
[Verse 1]
Solo cup sweat on the rail
Phone on mute, let it ring, let it wail
Neighbor's dog barkin at the mail like a op
Same way I used to trip when a car hit the block
Mama in the kitchen still prayin I change
Got a shoebox full of sins and a little loose change
Cousin doin time off a bullshit charge
Judge never seen our side of the yard
I done hugged too many caskets this year
Laugh turn quiet when the money disappear
Tryna turn pain to a house with a view
But the porch still squeak like, "Remember what you knew"
[Chorus]
I got dreams on this old-ass porch
Stains on my shirt, still thank the Lord
Yeah, the streets raised me, but they cut me deep
So I'm talkin to the sky when I barely sleep
Late night, just me and my regrets
Backwood burnin through the holes in my sweats
If I die tonight, let 'em say one thing
He came from the mud, still talked like a king (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Still hear pops say, "Boy, play it smart"
But he dipped out early, left a hole in my heart
So the block showed love, had a code, had rules
Also had fiends, had straps, had fools
First lil check, blew it all on kicks
Gold on my neck, still broke as a bitch
Tryna impress kids that ain't even here now
Some in the dirt, some ghost in the crowd
I ain't proud of every move that I made
Had a plug get hit, I was almost in the grave
Pulled out, went broke, then I learned how to grind
Turn a .5 dream to a whole new mind
[Chorus]
I got dreams on this old-ass porch
Stains on my shirt, still thank the Lord
Yeah, the streets raised me, but they cut me deep
So I'm talkin to the sky when I barely sleep
Late night, just me and my regrets
Backwood burnin through the holes in my sweats
If I die tonight, let 'em say one thing
He came from the mud, still talked like a king (like a king)
[Bridge]
If I fall off, will they still come through?
If I lose it all, will they post that too?
Everybody love you when the bag look right
But who gon' pull up to the porch at night? (for real)
[Chorus]
I got dreams on this old-ass porch
Stains on my shirt, still thank the Lord
Yeah, the streets raised me, but they cut me deep
So I'm talkin to the sky when I barely sleep
Late night, just me and my regrets
Backwood burnin through the holes in my sweats
If I die tonight, let 'em say one thing
He came from the mud, still talked like a king (uh)
He came from the mud, still talked like a king
Details
GeneratedJan 31, 2026
Duration3:09
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Southern trap ballad with warm, reverb-kissed electric guitar licks and slow, knocking drums; male vocals glide between melodic croon and laid-back rap. Verses stay intimate and close-mic'd with subtle vinyl hiss and low choir pads, while the hook widens with stacked harmonies, sub-heavy 808s, and crisp hat rolls. Late-night, reflective energy, polished mix with soulful grit on the vocal edges., warm, soulful, smooth, slow
Credits
Prompt by
izayah
izayahModelAria v5
Prompt
Southern trap vibe, laid-back porch energy, warm guitar, slow knocking drums, smooth melodic flow, reflective street bars, catchy hook, late-night mood, gritty but soulful, polished mix. Profanity
