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Lyrics
[Chorus]
I got that wild style
always been a foul child
my guns go boom-boom
yo gun go pow-pow
Body count thirty-five
boy, don’t make it thirty-six
You ain’t built for this
you ain’t built for this (nah)
[Verse 1]
Came up in halls
where the lockers had rust on ’em
Judge knew my name
way before the cap and gown moment
Mama said pray
I was loading up, roaming
Heart like winter
eyes stayed frozen
Dice on the floor
whole rent on one toss
Friends in the dirt now
names that I don’t cross
Talk tough, boy?
that’s a bad little hobby
We turn threats into chalk
turn chalk into bodies
[Chorus]
I got that wild style
always been a foul child
my guns go boom-boom
yo gun go pow-pow
Body count thirty-five
boy, don’t make it thirty-six
You ain’t built for this
you ain’t built for this (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Mask on tight
but the city still know me
Posted on the corner
turn that block to a trophy
You just type in caps
all cap, that’s your lane
We wrote whole stories
in shell cases and spray paint
Heart black, beat fast
when the door creak
Eyes red, sleep light
I ain’t slept all week
You wanna test?
Better study my past first
’Cause every wrong move
put a name on my last shirt
[Chorus]
I got that wild style
always been a foul child
my guns go boom-boom
yo gun go pow-pow
Body count thirty-five
boy, don’t make it thirty-six
You ain’t built for this
you ain’t built for this (uh)
Body count thirty-five
boy, don’t make it thirty-six
Step wrong one time
you get scratched off the list
Details
GeneratedMar 27, 2026
Duration1:30
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Gritty East Coast hip-hop with swung drums and thick bass, male vocals. Verse rides close-mic and conversational over a sparse loop, then chorus opens with stacked gang vocals and a rough, shouted hook. Occasional vinyl crackle and distant siren textures; subtle pitch-shifted ad-libs punctuate punchlines. Final chorus pushes the energy with extra harmonies and a rising filter sweep on the sample., hip hop
Credits
Prompt by
Magnet
MagnetModelAria v5
Prompt
I got that wild style, always been a foul child, my guns go boom boom yo gun go pow pow, my body counts 35 boy dont make it 36, rap, hip hop
