Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Parklea prison, locked up Big homies in the block Mind in dark thoughts Every glance, it talks Steel doors bite hard Heels on that floor Mongols on top Hells Angels on tour Knives in the palm Screws in the seam Eyes on the yard Like a fever dream Fights in the smoke No room to breathe You learn real quick Who you are in these [Pre-Chorus] Racing to the yard Hands up, no slack SWAT came in angry Then the whole place snapped You can hear that code When the gates get shook Everybody locked in Everybody took [Chorus] Parklea on lock Parklea on lock Big homies don't drop Big homies don't drop Steel doors slam Steel doors slam We still stand We still stand Parklea on lock Parklea on lock Dark thoughts talk Dark thoughts talk Yard get wild Yard get wild But I kept mine But I kept mine [Verse 2] Count goes slow Till the night turns mean Boots in the hall And the air too keen One wrong word Can light that flare So I watch my back And I cut through glare Rebels round me Gladiator ring Every man got a scar Every man got a thing No saint in here Just a hard cold code Keep your face straight Don't fold, don't fold [Bridge] When the lock turns red And the yard lights flare I read every face Like they been there If the fear come close I send it back One breath, one step Then I get that [Chorus] Parklea on lock Parklea on lock Big homies don't drop Big homies don't drop Steel doors slam Steel doors slam We still stand We still stand Parklea on lock Parklea on lock Dark thoughts talk Dark thoughts talk Yard get wild Yard get wild But I kept mine But I kept mine
Tags
Angry drill rap with a tense half-time bounce and tight snare rolls; verse rides a claustrophobic bass pulse and clipped percussion, pre-chorus opens with gang shouts and rising sirens, chorus slams in with shouted doubles and a harsh chant. Add metal-door slams, radio static bursts, and reverse hits before each drop. Dry close-mic lead, gritty low-end, sharp and punchy mix., rap
Duration
2:11
Instrumental
No
Created
4/22/2026