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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
50 sittin’ heavy in a creaky chair,
Wrinkles in the mirror, gray streaks in the hair.
16 staring back with a sneer, cold glare,
“Man, what happened to you? Thought we’d be a millionaire.”
“You don’t know the nights, the fights, the weight,
The jobs I had to take just to put food on a plate.
Dreams got crushed, trust turned to dust,
You’ll learn the cost when the world don’t adjust.”
“Adjust? Nah, I’m a king with a scheme,
What happened to the fire, the drive, the dream?
You traded ambition for survival’s routine,
Now I’m lookin’ at a ghost of what could’ve been.”
[Pre-Chorus]
16’s voice like thunder,
50 wonders if the past could undo the blunders.
The air’s thick with questions,
Regrets, confessions, and lost directions.
[Chorus]
If I could go back, would I change the path?
Erase the pain, rewrite the aftermath?
But every scar’s a story, every loss a gain,
Would I be me if I hadn’t known the rain?
[Verse 2]
50 leans forward, tired in the eyes,
“You think you’re invincible, a wolf in disguise.
But the streets eat the bold, they chew up the wise,
And that fast money you chase leaves a trail of lies.”
Details
GeneratedSep 24, 2025
Duration2:46
LanguageEnglish
Style
dirty south, 808-driven, deep, dirty south rap, rap, with a mournful piano loop and a heavy bassline, hard-hitting, soulful
Credits
Prompt by
Poet419
Poet419ModelAria v4
Prompt
Creat me a dirty south rap that's deep ass hell about me in my 50's have a conversation with his 16 year old self with Each other about the choices they made and if they could change the past
