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Lyrics
[Intro]
Cold air on the landing
Mug’s game, but we’re all still gambling
Flat door peeling, lift door jammed in
You want secrets?
Listen then
[Verse 1]
Block smells like rain and rage
Council paint on the metal rail cage
Mum says "pray", bros say "pay"
Every man’s preaching a different way
See that alley where the bins get stacked?
That’s where J lost teeth for a light brown pack
Heard one bang, then silence, static
Next week, his name’s just profit on a graphic
Little man Shaun with the wide-eyed stare
Says he wants stripes, says he don’t care
Thinks it’s all drip, quick pics, bare glamour
Never seen brains spilled out on the gravel
Olders on the step with the half-closed eyes
Talk in codes, but the codes are lies
They say "family", they say "weather the storm"
But the storm’s just debt in another form
[Chorus]
Gang life, that’s the surface story
Under all the talk, it’s fear and fury
You want to unlock secrets in the ends?
You either break the code
Or you break your friends
Gang life, that’s the same old lesson
Every little flex hides quiet depression
You want to know the truth I’ve kept inside?
The hardest man you know still cried last night
[Verse 2]
See this chain on my neck? Just metal
Can’t pay rent with the weight I flex, settle
Got a little buzz, now my phone won’t rest
But love turns thin when you’re broke, at best
We was five in the park with the blacked-out hoods
Same postcode, but divided by the goods
One got rich off a move that flopped
Turned on his friend when the line got blocked
Now we pour cheap drink where the candles drip
Fake tough talk on a tribute clip
His mum in black, can’t stand up straight
Asking "why my boy? Why this estate?"
They say "ride out", they say "back your set"
But nobody rides for the panic and regret
That voice in your head when the sirens fade
Asking what you’d be in another place, another day
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
You hear that?
That’s the sound when the mandem leave and it’s just you
No crowd, no smoke, no crew
Just a cracked screen and a cracked view
You scroll through lives that ain’t like yours
Nice clean floors, no smashed front doors
And you whisper, "There’s more than this, there’s more"
But the block keeps calling you back to the war
[Verse 3]
So here’s one secret they never share
Half of these "bad boys" just want repair
Want a night’s sleep, not a late-night chase
Want their little sister in a safer place
Another secret?
The plug’s got a boss
And his boss got a boss
And you’re just loss
Tiny piece, little pawn on a board
Risking everything for somebody else’s reward
Last one
Listen close, my brudda
"Out of the life" ain’t betraying no brother
It’s breaking a curse you were born inside
Unlocking a door they said you can’t find
So when the crew say "ride", ask "where?"
Ask "why?" Ask "who really cares?"
And if the answer’s silence, dead line, dead tone
That’s your key
Walk away
Go home
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 15, 2026
Duration3:28
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Cinematic UK drill beat, ominous piano stabs and distant choirs, heavy sub and crisp hi-hats, slow-building intensity. Verses in tight, breathy male vocals with spoken-word monologue delivery; hook widens with doubled leads and low-octave backing. Occasional riser swells and low synth drones under the most reflective lines.
Credits
Prompt by
Wise
WiseModelAria v5
Prompt
A British rap about about gang life and unlocking the secrets. Make the music intense with a monologue style rap
