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Lyrics
[Verse]
Posted on the block, where the shadows don’t sleep,
Hustle in my veins, got the devil on repeat.
Pockets full of dreams, but the cost too steep,
Enemies plotting, got the Glock, don’t weep.
Streetlights flicker, cast ghosts on the pavement,
Every move calculated, no room for complacent.
Whispers in the alleys, snitches writing statements,
Money stack tall, but the soul’s in the basement.
[Chorus]
From trenches to riches, I’m countin’ my bag,
Dodgin’ the snakes and the boys with the badge.
Pain in my chest, but I’m flexin’ the swag,
A king in the dirt, now I’m poppin’ the tags.
[Verse 2]
Trapped in the cycle, where the love feel cold,
Heart made of diamonds, but the pressure took its toll.
Seen my homies fall, man, the story gets old,
Now the ice on my neck worth more than gold.
Gunshots echo, it’s a lullaby nightly,
Can’t trust a soul, keep the circle tight tightly.
Dreams of a mansion, but the hood still bite me,
Got out the mud, but the scars still write me.
[Pre-Chorus]
Momma said pray, but the streets don’t forgive,
Only two ways out, either die or you live.
Countin’ my sins while I’m stackin’ these chips,
Every dollar earned got blood on the tips.
Details
GeneratedNov 28, 2025
Duration1:29
LanguageEnglish
Style
hard-hitting, dark, 808-heavy, rich, gritty storytelling, rap, male vocals
Credits
Prompt by
benthaguy
benthaguyModelAria v5
Prompt
Write me a rap king von song about trappin in the trenches and getting rich getting a bag and dealing with all the conflicts of living in the hood, rap, male
