Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah R.I.P my Gs Santana block Watts up, Compton [Verse 1] R.I.P to my G homie Turtle Painted his name on the wall, that’s eternal Lil Roy on the shirt, in the frame at your mama house Ken Dogg in my thoughts when the drama out C-LOC, Twin, I remember them days Laughin’ on the curb, now I’m pourin’ out drank Santana block on my back like a jersey Every corner like a wake, this life do us dirty Black rag, blue rag, purple for the grapes Different colors, same hurt on our face BANZ from the section, still echo in the streets Every step that I take, it’s your name in my sneaks [Chorus] R.I.P to my Gs from the block If you love somebody, better say it on the spot Compton, Watts, yeah, I’m yellin’ from the top They gone, but the hood don’t stop R.I.P to my Gs from the block Turtle, Lil Roy, Ken Dogg, we rock C-LOC, Twin, Willi BANZ, never forgot They gone, but the hood don’t stop (don’t stop) [Verse 2] BANZ Compton, BANZ Watts, that’s the roll call Tattoo tears, I done cried for my road dogs Rap crip, but this pain cut deeper Whole gang in the church, but we still keep a heater Mamas in black, candles on the pole Another homie in the sky, another hole in my soul Tryna smile for the kids when they ask where you at All I got is old pics and your name on my cap Black flag folded, blue flag hangin’ Purple in the cup for the ones we ain’t savin’ If I make it out, know I took y’all with me Every stage, every city, that’s the whole hood with me [Chorus] [Chorus]
Tags
rap, West Coast memorial rap with raw street storytelling, male vocals. Slow, head-knocking drums and warm sub-bass, eerie keys and distant siren synths. Verses stay close-mic’d and confessional; hook opens with stacked gang vocals, heavy reverb on ad-libs. Occasional chopped vocal drops and subtle guitar licks to keep it gritty but emotional.
Duration
2:29
Instrumental
No
Created
1/11/2026