Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Couch full of crumbs
Pocket full of crumbs
We was schemin’ at the bodega
Dreamin’ ‘bout sums
Mama on EBT
Stash in the ceiling vent
Rubber bands round dirty bills
Prayin’ they pay the rent
Had a .38 wrapped
In my school hoodie
First body on the block
Turned a kid to a bully
Sex in the staircase
She moan over sirens
I’m kissin’ her neck
While my opps do the dialin’ (brrah)
[Pre-Chorus]
We ain’t had shit but a scale and a wish
Fucked in that trap tryna feel more than risk
Blood on the walls that the landlord ain’t see
Either die on this corner or break it and leave
[Chorus]
Sex, money, murder in the day ones’ hands
Either ride in the hearse or we ride in the Benz
Came up out the slums, we was broke, not bent
Put a price on my head, couldn’t touch one friend
Sex, money, murder, that’s the world we knew
Put the pain in the pot, made the sky turn blue
If I make it to the top, then my block come too
Day ones in the dirt, but we bloom right through (yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
Shorty got her ass up
Face in the mattress
I’m countin’ up plays
While I beat it like a habit (uh)
Hit from the back
Phone buzzin’ — new addy
She screamin’ my name
I’m thinkin’ ‘bout the baggie
Homie caught a body
For a chain and a dare
Now his mom in the pew
And his pic on a chair
I done washed red stains
From my white tee twice
But I still see his eyes
Every time I close mine
[Pre-Chorus]
We ain’t had love, we had trauma and licks
Learned to aim straight ‘fore we learned what a kiss is
Whole block cursed, real talk, we the proof
Either drown in that blood or go raise the roof
[Chorus]
Sex, money, murder in the day ones’ hands
Either ride in the hearse or we ride in the Benz
Came up out the slums, we was broke, not bent
Put a price on my head, couldn’t touch one friend
Sex, money, murder, that’s the world we knew
Put the pain in the pot, made the sky turn blue
If I make it to the top, then my block come too
Day ones in the dirt, but we bloom right through (day ones)
[Bridge]
Fuck a new clique, I’m with the same old few (same ones)
Who shared one plate, who split one view
Who hit that lick, then split that loot
Who prayed I win ‘fore they prayed for they own move
[Chorus]
Sex, money, murder in the day ones’ hands
Either ride in the hearse or we ride in the Benz
Came up out the slums, we was broke, not bent
Put a price on my head, couldn’t touch one friend
Sex, money, murder, that’s the world we knew
Put the pain in the pot, made the sky turn blue
If I make it to the top, then my block come too
Day ones in the dirt, but we bloom right through (yeah, yeah)
Style
raphybrid trap / glitch-hop foundation with aggressive 808s and stuttered vocal chops; verses ride a swunghalf-time pocket that flips into double-time drum and bass on the hook. distorted bass growls and glitchy fills answer the rapwith hints of future bass chords swelling in the pre-chorus. male vocalsraw and in-your-faceoccasional pitched ad-lib layers and crowd-style gang shouts on the hook.glitch hopdeep houseglitchdrum and basship hoprock
Prompt
Gritty explicit song about sex money and murder making it out the slums with the day ones., rap, hip hop, trap, glitch hop, future bass, house, deep house, glitch rock, drum and bass
Credits
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Hero_404GeneratedFeb 20, 2026
ModelAria v5
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