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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
Details
GeneratedFeb 10, 2026
Duration2:29
LanguageEnglish
Style
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.
Credits
Prompt by
chrismichael331
chrismichael331ModelAria v5
Prompt
Gang gang pagan nation cop running ain’t getting time because I’m running beat a 5 year bid my brother and I are coke runners handling big money at the club dropping bands rap
