White Dust, Heavy Pockets by SignalHybrid568 - Zona

White Dust, Heavy Pockets

Track · Jan 19, 2026 · English

White Dust, Heavy Pockets

SignalHybrid568

Duration

3:09

Language

English

Lyrics

[Intro]

Used to pray for a way out

Now I pray that they stay out

All these ghosts in my PayPal

All these sins in my bank now (yeah)

[Verse 1]

White dust on a black scale

Ten missed calls from my mom, I let it ring still

Told her that I’m clean now

But the rent due, so I’m back on the same route

Corner store, same hoodie, same handoff

Same cop car creeping with the lights off

Cash in the shoebox, hope in the ashtray

I ain’t proud of what I did, but it had me

Baby mama with a belly on the futon

I was counting every gram like a coupon

Thought I’d die in that one-bedroom

Staring at the paint peel, dreaming of a boardroom (yeah)

[Chorus]

I did what I did just to feed my blood

Hands in the dirt, heart in the mud

I ain’t proud of my past, but I won’t forget

No regret, I just carry that weight on my neck

Made me harder, made me smarter, made me stand tall

If I fall, I get up like I never fell at all

Hope my kids never have to touch this pain

Hope they never learn my name from the cocaine (nah)

[Verse 2]

First time clean, I was shaking like the block was

Sleeping on a mattress full of lost hits

Phone full of numbers I can’t call back

Every contact just another relapse

Went to meetings, sat quiet in the back row

Old heads talking ‘bout how far the trap go

I saw my reflection in their cracked teeth

Different faces, same demon that we can’t beat

Second time, I swore I’d be a better man

Still that fast cash slipped through my sweaty hands

I was back in the kitchen, back with the vision

Back with that voice saying, “Boy, you don’t listen” (you don’t listen)

[Chorus]

I did what I did just to feed my blood

Hands in the dirt, heart in the mud

I ain’t proud of my past, but I won’t forget

No regret, I just carry that weight on my neck

Made me harder, made me smarter, made me stand tall

If I fall, I get up like I never fell at all

Hope my kids never have to touch this pain

Hope they never learn my name from the cocaine

[Bridge]

Little shoes by the door, I just stare at ‘em

Wonder what they’ll think when they hear what their dad been

Will they see a monster or a man that was breaking

Or a broken man who refused to stay broken (yeah)

If I gotta be the one that the fire burns

Let ‘em walk this world with cleaner shirts

Let ‘em spend they life on a different grind

All this dirty money just to buy ‘em time (buy ‘em time)

[Chorus]

I did what I did just to feed my blood

Hands in the dirt, heart in the mud

I ain’t proud of my past, but I won’t forget

No regret, I just carry that weight on my neck

Made me harder, made me smarter, made me stand tall

If I fall, I get up like I never fell at all

Hope my kids never have to touch this pain

Hope they write a new song with the family name

Style

rapdark trap beatspaced 808sand eerie bell loop; intimate male vocals sitting upfront with doubled ad-libsverses tight and confessional. hook opens wider with layered harmonies on key phrases and a slightly brighter paddrums punching harder. occasional filtered drops under key lines for impactthen full beat slams back in for the chorus to feel like a mantra.beats

Prompt

Selling cocaine support family, recovering addict, multiple relapse, disappointing family, cash money, not proud of past but no regret, makes you stronger, hope kids have better life, rap, trap, beats

Credits

Prompt bySignalHybrid568

GeneratedJan 19, 2026

ModelAria v5