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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Fork in the road by the boarded-up store
Mama said pray, but the landlord wants more
Whole block hungry, we share what we score
Dreams in a bag on the cracked tile floor
Sleep in my shoes, can’t trust that door
Eyes on the peephole, hand on the drawer
Cousin did ten, came back, wants war
I just want out, they just want gore
[Chorus]
I came up out the trenches
Mud on my heart, still I’m climbing fences
Cold in my bones, I was hugging them benches
Now I talk pain, that’s my pension
I came up out the trenches
Smoke in my lungs, I was dodging them sentences
They wrote me off, now they crowd in my mentions
Still hear the cries in my conscience
[Verse 2]
Used to flip packs by the rusted swing set
Blood on the slide, that’s a childhood reset
Police ride slow, but they scroll like a preset
Judge ain’t God, but he play like he be that
Homie turned ghost for a roll and a ring
Another one folded, he told everything
You don’t know trust till you cut off a friend
That you love like a brother ‘cause you know how it ends
[Chorus]
I came up out the trenches
Mud on my heart, still I’m climbing fences
Cold in my bones, I was hugging them benches
Now I talk pain, that’s my pension
I came up out the trenches
Smoke in my lungs, I was dodging them sentences
They wrote me off, now they crowd in my mentions
Still hear the cries in my conscience
Details
GeneratedJan 25, 2026
Duration1:28
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dark, spacious trap beat with thunderous sub-bass and sharp, sparse percussion. Male vocals, smoky and close-mic’d, almost whispered in the verses, then rising into a raw, shouted hook. Occasional eerie synth pads swell in the background, plus distorted vocal chops on turnarounds. Chorus hits with stacked gang vocals and a slightly wider stereo image; verses stay dry and intimate so every word cuts through., deep
Credits
Prompt by
TyroneGaillard
TyroneGaillardModelAria v5
Prompt
A deep bass rap song about living in the trenches
