Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Shorty from the Go Heart like late December Block sound like thunder Name they gon' remember (yeah) [Verse 1] I grew up where sirens sing Lullaby in C minor Where the corner store clerk Move faster than a sprinter Where the pastor lock the doors Soon as the sun dipping We treat the yellow tape Like it's ribbon at a ribbon cutting Cook County on my shoulder Like a letterman patch Auntie said the devil jog Here, he getting his laps Seen opps spin once Then they circle like laps Next day they on the shirt Next week they on a snap, look We treat a backstreet Like a backboard, we off glass They treat that white line Like a crosswalk, they all pass I seen a Buick park up Turn a choir to a cough Clip hanging out the shirt Like it's tryna walk off (rah) [Chorus] Southside sirens, sing my name (sing my name) Cold wind talking through the grain (through the grain) We turn blocks into ball games Scoreboard written in blood and pain (uh) I’m from where the snow don’t melt It just turn into shells on the curb I felt If you know, then you know that I can’t be saved I’m a Chicago angel with a thugged-out halo, brave (yeah) [Verse 2] We play freeze tag But the kids don’t unfreeze Once you lay on that asphalt You marry the street Mama pray on her knees Knees bleed through the denim Every candle on the corner Is a choir in a sentence I watch a Taurus talk loud Turn a bully to a rumor Watch a rumor turn a block To a low-budget tumor We treat a car lot Like a graveyard, no flowers Just hood shorties Pouring soda like showers (pour it up) My cousin got booked For a name he ain't know Police treat the West like It’s one big show They throw cuffs like confetti At whatever look heavy Then they wonder why my heart Got more steel than the levee (yeah) [Chorus] Southside sirens, sing my name (sing my name) Cold wind talking through the grain (through the grain) We turn blocks into ball games Scoreboard written in blood and pain (blood and pain) I’m from where the snow don’t melt It just turn into shells on the curb I felt If you know, then you know that I can’t be saved I’m a Chicago angel with a thugged-out halo, brave (halo) [Verse 3] We don’t do peace treaties We just reset the score Opps pop up on the map Like a new corner store Had to keep my chin tucked Like my hoodie got shame ‘Cause a chain look like bait In a city full of piranhas with aim My homie treat a bus pass Like a get-out plan Either that or a white van Turn the block to quicksand I seen love turn lame When the time got real He start typing in the room Like the lawyer got deals (snitch) I seen shorties in the classroom Draw poles in the margin Teacher ask “What’s that?” They say “Future apartments” We use alleyways Like adoption centers Drop problems there Never see 'em by winter (gone) [Chorus] Southside sirens, sing my name (sing my name) Cold wind talking through the grain (through the grain) We turn blocks into ball games Scoreboard written in blood and pain (pain) I’m from where the snow don’t melt It just turn into shells on the curb I felt If you know, then you know that I can’t be saved I’m a Chicago angel with a thugged-out halo, brave (yeah, yeah) [Verse 4] I’m the daughter of a block That ain’t raise me gentle Got my GED in grief Honor roll in credentials We treat a bus stop bench Like a therapist couch Tell secrets to the cold Till
Tags
rap, Dark Chicago drill-trap hybrid, female vocals. Distant eerie synth bells and dissonant choir stabs over a heavy sliding sub, sharp tuned kicks, and busy hi-hat triplets. Verses ride a menacing mid-tempo pocket with tight, percussive flows and ad-lib stacks; chorus explodes with layered call-and-response hook, pitched vocal chops, and wider low-end. Ad-libs tucked to the sides, lead vocal dry and upfront, with subtle reverb tail on the infamous melody line.
Duration
3:14
Instrumental
No
Created
3/15/2026