Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Streetlights flicker, ash on my skin Laugh while I lose, graves in my grin [low vocal register] Hood full of ghosts that I still call kin [Verse 1] Black hoodie, black flag, backseat full of rumors Rust on the pole, fingerprints on the Ruger Cold in my chest like the soda in the foam cup Hate in my eyes, every handshake is a close-up Dust on the dash, but the cash smell fresh Tires leave snakes in the rain on the crest Say a name once, then it fades in the mist Carve it in the curb if he ever get dismissed [Chorus] Graves in my grin, I been way too friendly with the sin Smoke in my lungs, I ain’t letting any heaven in Demons in the ride, all they ever wanna do is spin Graves in my grin, graves in my grin [Verse 2] Mama said pray, but the church feel empty Choir in my head sing "hurt" on a twenty Phone on mute, but the beef still ring All this paranoia got a mind of its own swing Shoebox bank, whole life in a closet Love turn lame when the price on a deposit Eyes on the rearview, heart on the chrome Whole city feel like a casket, not a home [Chorus]
Tags
rap, Bleak Memphis trap banger: detuned bells and eerie choirs over grime-caked 808s and stuttering hi-hats. Kick smacks hard with a dragging swing, snare feels like a back-alley slap. Male vocals, low and menacing in the verses, doubled and shouted ad-libs in the hook. Sparse, suffocating arrangement that leaves long shadows between the hits.
Duration
1:59
Instrumental
No
Created
12/28/2025