Back When They Screamed My Name

[Verse 1]
Used to yell "TK!" when I walked in
Whole block paused when I talked then
Plug on speed dial, bag in the oven
Mask in the glove box, ride with my cousin
Hit a lil stain, split it six ways
Everybody eatin off my sick days
They was outside flexin what I fronted
If it came through me, they wanted
AMG in the passenger laughin
Slick in the backseat, schemin, tappin
Sergio say I'm the one they trust
Whole hood built on us
[Chorus]
Back when they screamed my name
They loved TK, loved the money, loved the fame
Now that I’m facin time
Ain’t nobody on the phone, ain’t nobody ridin
Back when they screamed my name
They took my work, took my wins, took my flame
Now I’m starin at the blame
And every single one of y’all quiet on my case (on my case)
[Verse 2]
Charged up, papers on the table
Prosecutor readin like a fable
All them lil stories they was braggin
Now they turn ghost when they see the wagon
AMG changed numbers, it ring once
Slick post pics, new chain, big fronts
Sergio swear he don't know my face
Laughin with a opp at my momma place
I remember frontin y’all packs in the drought
You remember every stack but forget my house?
They was in my kitchen, countin my knots
Now they on live, claimin they the boss
[Chorus]
Back when they screamed my name
They loved TK, loved the money, loved the fame
Now that I’m facin time
Ain’t nobody on the phone, ain’t nobody ridin
Back when they screamed my name
They took my work, took my wins, took my flame
Now I’m starin at the blame
And every single one of y’all quiet on my case (on my case)
[Bridge]
Crazy how "bro" turn stranger
As soon as your name mean danger
I bled so they could shine
They fed off mine, then cut the line (yeah)
[Chorus]
Back when they screamed my name
They loved TK, loved the money, loved the fame
Now that I’m facin time
Ain’t nobody on the phone, ain’t nobody ridin
Back when they screamed my name
They took my work, took my wins, took my flame
Now I’m starin at the blame
But I ain’t ever goin back to that place (TK)

rap, Moody trap-rap beat at 132 BPM, dark keys and haunting vocal chops over thick sub-bass and tight, skittering hats. Verses stay sparse so the story punches through; hook opens up with wide pads and layered male vocals on key phrases. Occasional filtered drops underline key lines, then beat slams back in harder on the final chorus for a cold, cinematic finish.