Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Suffolk County cold case Four shots in the rib cage Dirt road, no brake lights Shovel in the trunk, that thick haze Concrete sweat on my Nike sole Pray the mix right, keep it level Whole crew move like a shadow line Shake hands, same time talk to the devil Backseat plastic on the seat Old church on the hill, closed for weeks Mama still blessin' that rosary I’m countin’ favors that I don’t keep [Chorus] Mob life, we married to the streets Blood on the code, not the sheets Concrete talk, that’s the creed Say my name quiet when you speak My boy powerful, callin’ every play Phone ring once, whole block obey Four shots echo, then it’s peace Mob life, loyal to the streets (yeah, loyal to the streets) [Verse 2] Scatpack screamin’ past blue haze Rear cam showin’ all they rage Badge in the mirror, I still change lanes Slide through the side road, same maze Whole crew scary ‘cause we seen worse Car seats empty, but we keep hearse Judge got a price, that’s light work Saint on the dash, but the mind cursed Evil in the favors that we trade Knife in the handshake every day Trust in the barrel, not the prayer If I go first, put stone over my name [Chorus] Mob life, we married to the streets Blood on the code, not the sheets Concrete talk, that’s the creed Say my name quiet when you speak My boy powerful, callin’ every play Phone ring once, whole block obey Four shots echo, then it’s peace Mob life, loyal to the streets (loyal to the streets)
Tags
rap, Dark East Coast drill-leaning trap, male vocals. Sub-heavy kick pattern with skittering hi-hats and ominous piano stabs; distant choral pad underpins a sinister, cinematic feel. Verses stay cold and conversational, minimal ad-libs; hook widens with stacked vocals and a distorted bass swell. Occasional riser swipes and gunshot FX tucked tastefully into transitions for menace., deep
Duration
1:42
Instrumental
No
Created
4/7/2026