Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Ash on the floor Smoke in my lungs Used to hug that corner Chasing that rush High as a mug Eyes on the cash Block full of ghosts Same old trap Little homie laughing Next week chalk Time flies by Like a gun shot Mama in the kitchen Hands on her head Said, “Boy you blessed Don’t play with death” [Chorus] I remember street dope High as a mug, I was so gone Dead homies in my phone Names I can’t call no more Time flies by like a gun shot Bang, then the world just stops All of that smoke, all of that talk But I still ride with the ones we lost [Verse 2] Tears in my drink Hate in my heart Thought it was love Really was dark Candlelight pictures Wall full of frames Every new funeral Feel more ashamed I been hearing they voices When I’m alone “Get out that life, bro Make it back home” Still see that alley Still smell that rain Still feel that first hit Burn in my veins [Chorus] I remember street dope High as a mug, I was so gone Dead homies in my phone Names I can’t call no more Time flies by like a gun shot Bang, then the world just stops All of that smoke, all of that talk But I still ride with the ones we lost (yeah)
Tags
rap, Dark, cinematic gangsta rap beat at midtempo, heavy sub-bass and sparse piano stabs. Male vocals up front with a gravelly, conversational delivery; hook brings in low, eerie choir pads and doubled vocals for weight. Occasional siren and vinyl texture swells between sections to deepen the street atmosphere., gangster rap
Duration
2:09
Instrumental
No
Created
2/23/2026