

Prompt / Lyrics
Hook I ain’t got clean hands, shit, they stained from the climb Dirty money in my pockets, still I pray for a sign Everybody say they real, but they fold when it’s time I been bleeding on these beats, now the pain turn to shine I ain’t got clean hands, I got scars on my soul Mama cry when she see me, says the streets took control They want peace, I want silence, I want cash, I want goals I want out of this hell, but this hell what I know Verse 1 Yeah, I came up off stress and bad habits Empty fridge, cracked lights, shared mattresses Learned early how to lie, how to mask shit Smile wide, stomach growl, still act lavish I don’t trust shit, nah, not even mirrors ‘Cause the man lookin’ back got blood on his spirit I done said some foul shit, crossed some lines Burned bridges just to feel a little warmth for the night Everybody want the crown, nobody want the weight They don’t see the nights starin’ at the Glock, wide awake I was broke, now I’m bitter, now I’m paid Same demons, just a bigger fuckin’ cage Hook I ain’t got clean hands, shit, they stained from the climb Dirty money in my pockets, still I pray for a sign Everybody say they real, but they fold when it’s time I been bleeding on these beats, now the pain turn to shine I ain’t got clean hands, I got scars on my soul Mama cry when she see me, says the streets took control They want peace, I want silence, I want cash, I want goals I want out of this hell, but this hell what I know Verse 2 I been movin’ with my guard up, trust low Heart cold, brain hot, thoughts cutthroat They love you when you up, when you stuck, ghost Same mouths yell “gang,” then they duck smoke I ain’t proud of my past, but I survived it Every bad decision taught me violence If I’m quiet, I’m plotting, that’s science If I’m loud, it’s ‘cause the money real loud, bitch I don’t flex for the net, I flex for my kid Tryna break every cycle my family lived If I snap, it ain’t random, it’s built Years of pressure make diamonds or make you a prick Bridge I been talkin’ to God with a blunt in my hand Askin’ forgiveness while I’m makin’ these plans I don’t know if I’m cursed or chosen, damn All I know is I’m still fuckin’ standin’, man Verse 3 Yeah, I seen fake love rot from the inside Same ones switch sides when the shit dry I keep a small circle, that’s survival Too many snakes turn a meal to a homicide I ain’t evil, I’m aware, big difference I don’t smile much ‘cause I know intentions If I eat, my people eat, that’s religion Fuck fame, I want freedom, fuck attention I been runnin’ from peace, I admit it Chaos raised me, now I’m fluent in it If I die broke or rich, just remember this shit: I spoke my truth, I never censored the spirit Hook / Outro I ain’t got clean hands, but my heart still beat Still dream big even walkin’ concrete If I fall, I’ma fall on my feet ‘Cause I earned every scar, every loss, every streak I ain’t got clean hands… nah But I made somethin’ real from the pain, motherfucker.
Tags
Dark melodic trap, emo rap fame, demons, piano Melodies, drugs, melodies, raw emotion, catchy sad hooks,heavy 808’s
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1/17/2026