Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Step out the door sirens for birds in the sky Liquor store lit up kids learning how to lie Old head on the corner selling hope out the bag Politician on the billboard smiling over a body bag Mama praying over payments due last week Landlord talking tough teeth gold, heart cheap Scroll through the news same loop, new names Every headline hitting like close-range flames (yeah) [Chorus] We living in a fucked up world razor-wire parade Steel-toe dreams kicking holes in the cage Middle finger up to the ones getting paid If the whole thing burning we dancing in the blaze We living in a fucked up world no capes, just scars Turn the pain to a weapon aim it at the stars If the whole thing burning we laughing in the dark (ha) We living in a fucked up world still playing our part [Verse 2] Judge in a Jag driving past tents in the rain Talk tough on crime then invest in chains Influencer rich from a staged rough day While my cousin doing time for the same damn game Gang signs and gang ties both in suits Lobby door spinning like a stolen coupe You call me thug for the ink on my skin But your clean white collar got blood tucked in (talk to ‘em) [Chorus] We living in a fucked up world razor-wire parade Steel-toe dreams kicking holes in the cage Middle finger up to the ones getting paid If the whole thing burning we dancing in the blaze We living in a fucked up world no capes, just scars Turn the pain to a weapon aim it at the stars If the whole thing burning we laughing in the dark (yeah) We living in a fucked up world still playing our part [Bridge] Whole block on edge like a switch about to flip Tongue sharp, heart hard knuckles ready to trip If this hell on earth then we hell’s house band Make the ground shake till they finally understand (woah) [Chorus] We living in a fucked up world razor-wire parade Steel-toe dreams kicking holes in the cage Middle finger up to the ones getting paid If the whole thing burning we dancing in the blaze We living in a fucked up world no capes, just scars Turn the pain to a weapon aim it at the stars If the whole thing burning we laughing in the dark We living in a fucked up world still playing our part
Tags
rap, Aggressive big beat banger with distorted breakbeats, snarling raw electric guitar riffs, and sub-heavy bass hits. Brass stabs punch on the backbeat like a marching band gone rogue. Male vocals in a tight, menacing pocket; hook gets shouted by layered gang vocals. Occasional DJ cuts and filtered drops set up explosive chorus slams., breakbeat, gangster rap, world
Duration
2:39
Instrumental
No
Created
3/27/2026