Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Gang gang, pagan nation Still outside, no vacation Probation on me, still racing Heart cold, no explanation (yeah) [Chorus] Gang gang, pagan nation Judge want me on rotation But the treadmill’s in this station I keep running from probation Drop bands at the club, temptations Big weight, big risk, calculations Coke runners, no donation Just blood ties and operations [Verse 1] Blue lights in the rear, I’m flooring Five-year bid on my back, still touring My bro in the ride, same story Same gloves, same mask, same glory Club line long, we walk in, no waiting Back door key, that’s trust, no debating Cash on the table, count fast, no tracing Eyes on the exit, that’s everyday training Phone keeps buzzing, that’s orders Two states up, three borders We don’t talk much ’bout trauma We just talk flips, new corners Mum still prays in the kitchen Thinks late nights mean I’m sinning I just say “soon, I’m winning” But I feel that rope keep thinning [Chorus] Gang gang, pagan nation Judge want me on rotation But the treadmill’s in this station I keep running from probation Drop bands at the club, temptations Big weight, big risk, calculations Coke runners, no donation Just blood ties and operations [Verse 2] Stash in the speaker, bassline humming If the sirens sing, I’m running Told my bro “one more summer” That was three summers, still coming Champagne spray just covers the stress Throwing these notes just covers the mess Bottle girl smile, hand on my chest But she don’t know what’s under this vest Case file thick, they studying my route Still hit spots, just switching the route Talking ’bout peace, but I’m stuck in a drought Only thing quiet is the fear and the doubt If they take me, who feeds sis? Who holds mum when she reads this? Every move here feels faithless But every flip feels weightless (yeah) [Chorus] Gang gang, pagan nation Judge want me on rotation But the treadmill’s in this station I keep running from probation Drop bands at the club, temptations Big weight, big risk, calculations Coke runners, no donation Just blood ties and operations
Tags
rap, Dark UK drill bounce with sparse, menacing piano stabs and sub-heavy bass. Male vocals in a cold, close-mic whisper-then-bark delivery. Ad-libs tucked wide in the stereo field, with occasional pitched-down doubles on key punchlines. Hook hits with extra 808 saturation and eerie vocal chop textures, then verses pull back to let the story and rhythm drive.
Duration
2:29
Instrumental
No
Created
2/10/2026