Track · Apr 27, 2026 · English

Purple Saints Row

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2:32

Language

English

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Bring your ass down to saints row

Purple on my back, that’s the code we know

They call us the saints when we move through smoke

Can’t nobody contest, they already choke

I been sick of living through hell

Same scars on my chest, same story to tell

But I don’t fold when the pressure come

I turn pain to a blade, let the whole thing run

My crew in the cut with the heads held high

Cold stare, warm blood, we don’t beg, we slide

If you want that smoke, then come get yours

We been built on the grime, we been built on wars

[Pre-Chorus]

Hands up when the night get mean

Purple in the air like a war machine

Say my name, let the whole block ring

We don’t back up, we the saints in the ring

[Chorus]

Bring your ass down to saints row

Always wearing purple, that’s the way we go

Can’t nobody contest against my crew, no

Bring your ass down to saints row

Sick of living through hell, now we let it show

Always wearing purple, that’s the way we go

[Verse 2]

I seen the floor when the world went black

Still got the itch, still I made it back

They want peace when the blade stay near

But I learned real quick how to face that fear

Purple threads with the iron grin

Every loss I took, I wore it in

Now the same crowd talks like they know my name

But they wasn’t there when I felt that flame

My crew too solid, no cracks, no bluff

We don’t break for the talk, we’ve been through rough

If heaven locked doors, then we kick them in

Saints row echo when the sirens spin

[Bridge]

From the ash, we rise

From the hurt, we ride

Say it loud, say it clear

The saints are here

[Chorus]

Bring your ass down to saints row

Always wearing purple, that’s the way we go

Can’t nobody contest against my crew, no

Bring your ass down to saints row

Sick of living through hell, now we let it show

Always wearing purple, that’s the way we go

Style

trap rap with a hard half-time bounce and sliding 808s; verse rides sparse hatstense subsand snapped clapspre-hook opens with filtered pads and a rising snare rollchorus lands with stacked gang vocals on the anchor phrase. ad-lib throwspitched chantsand short delay pops hit the end of hook lines. mix is darkcrispand punchy with a glossy low end.rapenglish

Prompt

Rap, trap, bring your ass down to saints row, always wearing purple they call us the saints, can’t nobody contest against my crew, sick of living through hell

Credits

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traphik256

GeneratedApr 27, 2026

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