Every word, written by AI.
Chorus
Running through Norton, Musgrave to B7
Lost my bro to the streets, now he's up in heaven
Died right in my arms, wrong place, wrong crowd
I swear to God I'm gonna make him proud
From the pavement cold to the dark rain falling
Road life calling, but the cemetery calling
Verse 1
B7 Nechells where the cold wind blows
Blood on the asphalt, that's how it goes
Never was about the gangster fame
I was just broke and I played the game
Held my brother tight while his spirit went cold
Twenty years young, never got to get old
He was trapped in the crowd, caught up in the hype
Now I'm wiping away tears in the middle of the night
Chorus
Running through Norton, Musgrave to B7
Lost my bro to the streets, now he's up in heaven
Died right in my arms, wrong place, wrong crowd
I swear to God I'm gonna make him proud
From the pavement cold to the dark rain falling
Road life calling, but the cemetery calling
Verse 2
Blood on my canvas, tear in my eye
Watching my brother breathe his last goodbye
Didn't care for the gang, just wanted the bread
Now I'm haunted by the words that he never said
I took him out the hood in my heart and my soul
Replay that moment, losing control
Bridge
Wrong crowd, wrong night, stray bullet flies
Look into my face, see the pain in my eyes
I was right there beside him when he took his last breath
Walking through the valley in the shadow of death
Chorus
Running through Norton, Musgrave to B7
Lost my bro to the streets, now he's up in heaven
Died right in my arms, wrong place, wrong crowd
I swear to God I'm gonna make him proud
From the pavement cold to the dark rain falling
Road life calling, but the cemetery calling
How this trap song was made.
“Wrong Crowd” is an AI-generated Trap song with vocals, 2:20 long. It was created in Octa from one short text description: the lyrics, melody, vocal performance, arrangement and mix were all generated from that idea, then published by @PGreensz to the Octa community in July 2026.
Listen for the 808 sliding between notes under the kick and the hi-hats rolling in triplets; the melody stays sparse so the low end can carry the song. The lyrics on this page are the exact words the AI wrote and sang for this track.
The prompt behind it
“dark trap, uk drill, sliding 808 bass, dark minor piano, aggressive rap, 140 bpm”
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