

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] She a beauty, I’m a beast From the west side to the east (yeah) Two worlds One street [Verse 1] Shorty from the Heights, bag matchin’ her eyeliner Walk in, whole room leanin’ toward her like a highlighter I’m from where they double lock the doors and keep the blinds tighter Heart cold, hoodie up, mind on a time prior She sip spritzers, I sip trouble She speak soft, my words rumble (grr) She post art, I post struggle Still we locked in, puzzle [Chorus] Beauty and the beast on the same block Pretty little halo on a face that shock I’m the one they warn you never bring back home But you still slide through when you all alone Beauty and the beast, this that wrong-right love Red on your lips, mine from fight night blood You see the good in the worst of me You the only one touchin’ the hurt in me (yeah) [Verse 2] You pull up in cream, I’m in black all day You talk dreams, I say "that don’t pay" You light incense, I light my pain Same city, two sides of the train You like flowers in a thrift-store vase I like cash in a pillowcase But when your hand wrap ’round my scars Every bad thing feel so far [Chorus] Beauty and the beast on the same block Pretty little halo on a face that shock I’m the one they warn you never bring back home But you still slide through when you all alone Beauty and the beast, this that wrong-right love Red on your lips, mine from fight night blood You see the good in the worst of me You the only one touchin’ the hurt in me (oh) [Bridge] If I change, do I lose my edge? If I stay the same, do I lose your head? You say, "Boy, you more than the war you survived" Kiss my knuckles, say, "You still alive" [Chorus] Beauty and the beast on the same block Pretty little halo on a face that shock I’m the one they warn you never bring back home But you still slide through when you all alone Beauty and the beast, this that wrong-right love Red on your lips, mine from fight night blood You hold me tight when the streets won’t speak You and me forever, beauty and the beast (yeah)
Tags
rap, NYC drill meets glossy pop-rap: detuned bells, sliding 808s, tight hi-hat rolls, and punchy snares. Hook leans melodic with stacked female vocals and airy pads; verses switch to clipped rap cadences over darker synth stabs. Beat breathes in the pre-chorus, then slams back in on the drop., drill, hip hop, pop
2:47
No
1/29/2026