Lyrics
[Verse]
Hustle was the sermon, block my congregation
Money was the gospel, cash my confirmation
Felt the weight of gold chains, but they heavy with guilt
Came from the mud, but the castle I built—crumbling
Tires screech where we used to play
Same streets where my brothers lay
Voices haunt me, whispers in the wind
Chasing dreams, but I’m losing kin
[Prechorus]
Left the game for a pen and a mic
But it cost me the ones who lit my nights
[Chorus]
Out the game, but I’m out of touch
Lost the love for the paper rush
Out the game, but the price too steep
Family and friends, they cut me deep
[Verse 2]
Studio my confessional, booth my only pew
Fame the new addiction, got me sniffin' fumes
Saw my mother cry tears, said I changed my face
Mirror on the wall, see a stranger in my place
Chain smoke memories, ash in my lungs
All these zeros in my bank, but my soul feel numb
Chasing Grammys, but I’m ghosted by the crew
They said I traded loyalty for a crowd that’s new
Style
eerie synthsmodern trapsparse hi-hatship hoprapheavy 808sdark atmospherebass music
Prompt
A modern trap song about getting out the game for a rap career but losing family and friends along the way, rap, trap, hip hop, bass music
Credits
Prompt byZaysnow99
GeneratedDec 17, 2025
ModelAria v5
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