Prompt / Lyrics
[Chorus] I’ll love you through the heaven I’ll hold you through the hell Most loyal motherfucker you know I ride when nobody else will I’ll love you through it heavy Through the stress, when your heart too filled When the weight on your chest feel deadly I’m here, I’m here, I’m here, for real (yeah) [Verse 1] You was there when I had no name Food stamps, late rent, cold rain Now you up, but the pain still stains I see it in your eyes when you say you okay I ain’t just here for the highlights I’m here for your worst nights, dark mind Call me when your hands can’t stop that shake I’ll pull up, no talk, just stay by your side We done bled for this bond, that’s facts Shared plates, shared Ls, bounced back If the world turn fake, fall flat I’m still that same one posted in the back (yeah) [Chorus] I’ll love you through the heaven I’ll hold you through the hell Most loyal motherfucker you know I ride when nobody else will I’ll love you through it heavy Through the stress, when your heart too filled When the weight on your chest feel deadly I’m here, I’m here, I’m here, for real [Verse 2] Who you call when the meds don’t hit? When the mirror talk foul, talk slick? When you scroll through the past, feel sick ‘Cause they left and they dipped when it all went thick I ain’t them, I don’t move like that If you fall, I’ma move you back From the ledge, from the edge, from the black Every tear that you drop, I’ll match If they hate, let ’em hate from far I’m in the trenches of your cracked-up heart You my day-one, blood or not If you locked, I’ma sit there parked (skrrt) [Chorus] I’ll love you through the heaven I’ll hold you through the hell Most loyal motherfucker you know I ride when nobody else will I’ll love you through it heavy Through the stress, when your heart too filled When the weight on your chest feel deadly I’m here, I’m here, I’m here, for real (yeah)
Tags
rap, Dark melodic trap beat with detuned bells and airy pads, 140 BPM. Male vocals, half-sung hook with gritty, close-mic rap verses. Subby bass hits under crisp hats, snare punching through. Hook feels anthemic with stacked harmonies and distant ad-libs; verses ride the pocket, then final hook adds extra doubles and rises for a climactic, loyal-ride-or-die payoff.
Duration
2:34
Instrumental
No
Created
2/27/2026