Necessities [Remaster]
Hip-hop, Trap-Soul, Dark-Soul, Melodic Rap (2025), slow-rolling, heavy swing, Dark, melancholic, grief-soaked, cold, cinematic, shadowy, Deep, long-glide 808 bass that lingers and decays, muted trap snares, soft but heavy kick, no bright synths, Vinyl crackle, tape hiss, distant rain drip, occasional low thunder, heavy reverb tails that fade into silence, Melodic trap-soul vocals with emotional delivery, light auto-tune, layered harmonies, ghostly ad-libs, restrained aggression, Slow, hypnotic, emotionally heavy, aftermath energy, pure shadow grief, void-like atmosphere
Necessities [Remaster]
Hip-hop, Trap-Soul, Dark-Soul, Melodic Rap (2025), slow-rolling, heavy swing, Dark, melancholic, grief-soaked, cold, cinematic, shadowy, Deep, long-glide 808 bass that lingers and decays, muted trap snares, soft but heavy kick, no bright synths, Vinyl crackle, tape hiss, distant rain drip, occasional low thunder, heavy reverb tails that fade into silence, Melodic trap-soul vocals with emotional delivery, light auto-tune, layered harmonies, ghostly ad-libs, restrained aggression, Slow, hypnotic, emotionally heavy, aftermath energy, pure shadow grief, void-like atmosphere
Lyrics
Intro – spoken, low, whispered over faint pad swells and a single echoing piano note
Yeah… sitting here at the edge…
What if this really is it?
Lights out. Game over.
Just me and the thoughts I tried to outrun…
Chorus – melodic, auto-tuned haze, layered harmonies, 808 slides in slow, grinding patterns under the melody
It wasn’t ’bout the money, nah, never was
What it brings, what it funds—illusion, just dust
At the end of all earthly things, I finally see
Dreamin’ ’bout what it really means to be free
Family ties, that’s the only currency
Joy in the small shit we used to overlook
The possibilities
That’s the only necessary… necessities
Yeah… necessities…
Verse 1 – introspective flow, mid-tempo delivery, light reverb, 808s pulse every few bars like a heartbeat
Scrollin’ through the feed, see the flex, see the chains
But the glow-up feel hollow when the pain still remains
Chased the bag so long, forgot what I was runnin’ from
Laughs in the kitchen with the kids—those the ones
That hit different when the clock tick louder at night
Regrets creep in like shadows under streetlights
Thought success was the cure, but it’s just a new cage
Built with gold bars, still trapped on the same page
Now the world spinnin’ slow, apocalypse in slow-mo
And I’m left with the echo: who did I do it for though?
Not the likes, not the ice, not the ghost of applause
Just the faces I love, that’s the real cause
Chorus – bigger this time, add subtle vocal ad-libs and a rising synth pad
It wasn’t ’bout the money, nah, never was
What it brings, what it funds—illusion, just dust
At the end of all earthly things, I finally see
Dreamin’ ’bout what it really means to be free
Family ties, that’s the only currency
Joy in the small shit we used to overlook
The possibilities
That’s the only necessary… necessities
(Yeah… only necessities…)
Verse 2 – deeper introspection, slight speed-up in flow, 808s get a touch grittier with slide variations
Picture this: last breath, no more notifications
No more pings for validation
Just silence and the weight of every choice I made
Every “I’ll call tomorrow,” every promise delayed
Grandma’s voice on the line, “Boy, you sound tired”
I was—grindin’ for a future that left me expired
Now the mirror show a stranger who forgot how to feel
Chasin’ highs that fade faster than chrome
But in the quiet, clarity cut through the fog
Love ain’t in the vault, it’s in the hugs, in the logs
Of late-night talks, inside jokes, hand-me-down dreams
That’s the thread that holds when the fabric all frays
Rip at the ends
Bridge – stripped back, almost acapella at first, then 808s creep back in slow and menacing, atmospheric vocal chops echoing “necessities”
See… that’s the only necessary…
(808 grind slides low, building)
No cap, no filter, no escape velocity
Just time… spent right… with the ones who matter
Everything else?
Temporary matter…
Final Chorus – fullest production: layered melodies, distant choir-like harmonies, 808s rolling deep but still light-touch, not overwhelming
It wasn’t ’bout the money, nah, never was
What it brings, what it funds—illusion, just dust
At the end of all earthly things, I finally see
Dreamin’ ’bout what it really means… to be free
Family ties, that’s the only currency
Joy in the small shit we used to overlook
The possibilities
That’s the only necessary… necessities
Yeah… necessities… (fade into reverb)
Outro – echoing ad-libs over decaying pads and a final 808 tail
Necessities…
(Yeah… only the real ones…)
Necessities…