Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Lil’ sharks on the ice
Still a star in my chest though
Uh
[Verse 1]
Pull up to the rink, doors slide, cold air bite
Mini sticks in the back, lil’ homie taped tight
San Jose logo on his sweater, teeth flash bright
But I’m Texas born and raised, green star in my sight
He in warm-ups, tiny helmet, visor sittin’ low
Gloves too big, but his heartbeat in pro mode
Coach yell, “Barracuda,” kids pound on the glass
I’m in the stands talkin’ Texas, talkin’ franchise past
Phone out, got the number on my lockscreen
But the wallpaper still that Texas color scheme
I’m yellin’ “Go Cuda” for my seven-year king
Under breath, “Texas Stars,” that’s the gang I bring
[Chorus]
Barracuda ice, Texas blood in my veins
Lil’ shark in the rink, big star in my brain
I rep my boy’s team, still I ride for my gang
San Jose on his chest, Texas ink in my name
Barracuda ice, Texas blood in my veins
Lil’ shark in the rink, big star in my brain
I cheer for his squad, still I slide with my lane
San Jose on the jersey, Texas stitched in the frame
[Verse 2]
He take the faceoff, lil’ killer with the quick hands
I see the future, see the contracts, see the big stands
Ref drop puck, he jump like he on a mission
I see Texas colors flashin’ in my vision
Parents in the crowd, soft clap, that polite noise
I’m on my feet like a playoff, talkin’ “That’s my boy”
He score once, then twice, crowd half gone wild
I’m thinkin’ down south, where they raise ’em rugged, styled
Texas cap tilted while I film every shift
San Jose banner overhead, but my roots don’t drift
Tell him in the car, “You a shark, I’m a star”
He laugh, say “Dad, we both win when I go far”
[Chorus]
Barracuda ice, Texas blood in my veins
Lil’ shark in the rink, big star in my brain
I rep my boy’s team, still I ride for my gang
San Jose on his chest, Texas ink in my name
[Bridge]
Rink lights flicker, but my loyalty steady
Two worlds in my heart, both heavy
One for my son and the crest that he rock
One for the stripes and the star that I lock
I buy the Cuda hat, stash a Texas one too
He skate in teal, but he know what I do
Tell him, “Chase goals, don’t forget where you from”
From the warm south nights to this cold-air drum
[Chorus]
Barracuda ice, Texas blood in my veins
Lil’ shark in the rink, big star in my brain
I rep my boy’s team, still I ride for my gang
San Jose on his chest, Texas ink in my name
Style
rapmenacing halftime trap beat with detuned bells and sub-heavy basssparse piano stabs. male vocalslow and grimy on the verses with a tight pocket; hook opens up with stacked chants and crowd noise ad-libs. bigknockin’ drumsshort reverse effects between lineskids’ arena chants tucked low in the mix for texture.
Prompt
Write a gangsta rap song with dark beat about the my 7 year old sons team San Jose barracuda but still repping my team Texas stars, rap
Credits
Prompt bylarrysetajr
GeneratedDec 27, 2025
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