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Lyrics
[jamaican male rapper]One shell away from bein laid down
Im hearin whispers in the wind But I can’t make um out
Cuz a thousand thousands tellin me something else
On a one way mission and I might not make it back
Fish tailin full of ambition
This thug tradition-
Never cease to surprise me Cuz I was raised in the mix
Caught up in the violence
They gettin killed for they kicks
Bloody knuckles my hustle never buckles So knuckle up
So Get down or be frowned
Cuz We Ain’t Got Time
for muthafuckin clowns (no what I’m sayin)
I’ll catch you on the rebound
In the clouds
(“Smokin doja”)
We on the run from the rollas
Smokin doja
Not giving aaaa fuck
“That’s what’s up !”
[Chorus urban Jamaican male vocals]
We in the jungle
lookin for trouble
Do you wanna see/see what my gun do
Come here come close
to see how we west coast
Killaaaaa California
[Verse]
[Pre Chorus]
Details
GeneratedAug 22, 2025
Duration4:00
LanguageEnglish
Style
West coast rap, gangster, Chicano style, deep bass, urban black male vocals, slow tempo,blues
Credits
Prompt by
KillaSun
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