Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Smoke in the stairwell Names on the table We pray with our eyes open Hands still unstable [Verse 1] Bills in a rubber band Blood on a borrowed gun He said "Pick a side Kid" I was barely twenty-one Turned friends into rivals Just to feel tall We built tiny kingdoms Knowing they could fall [Chorus] All this money All these scars Thrones made of paper in stolen cars We scream war War War Like we talking to God But God don’t answer When we play that part All this money All these scars Thrones made of paper Thrones made of paper [Verse 2] Mama lit a candle Name on her tongue I was out counting favors Owed to the wrong ones Sirens like choirs Singing off-key Wonder if heaven Still got a place for me [Bridge] [whispered vocals] We ain’t kings We just scared boys Hiding in the noise Hiding in the noise If I drop my pride for a minute Would You hear my voice Hear my voice? [Chorus]
Tags
Dark, cinematic trap with ominous bells, choir stabs, and a heavy, halftime knock. Verses sit low and venomous with sparse bass hits; hook explodes with layered male vocals, distant crowd chants, and wide reverb. Occasional glitchy vocal chops between lines, beat ducks slightly under the hook to let the main vocal punch through.
Duration
1:59
Instrumental
No
Created
12/29/2025