(Intro – Raspy, ad-libs)
Yeah… yeah…
Razor blade tone with the bass on swole…
Ayy, turn me up…
Woo, woo—let’s go…
(Verse 1 – Southern Trap x Pop Rap bounce)
I came up from the gutter with the thunder in my veins,
Now I’m drippin’ like a storm, razor cuttin’ through the rain.
Got a halo full of smoke, got a pocket full of flames,
Every step a shockwave, earthquake when I bang.
I’m that rock-star trap kid, 808s with distortion,
Bass kick breakin’ down doors like a forced in—
Heart cold, coded in the ice like a fortress,
Voice raspy, born from a fire that scorched him.
I don’t need luck, I’m the storm that’s chosen,
Flow too slick, whole city feel frozen.
Hit the bounce beat, body move in slow motion,
Then I flip to double-time—rage potion.
(Pre-Chorus – melodic but gritty)
I got steel in my lungs,
I got gold in my talk,
When the beat get wicked, I
Make the whole block rock.
Ain’t no brakes on the grind,
Ain’t no fear when I walk—
I’m the spark, I’m the shock,
I’m the flame in the dark.
(Chorus – EDM drop + rock energy)
Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang like a drumline,
Thunder in my chest, and the world on the front line.
Ridin’ with the bass that’ll crack through a bloodline,
Raspy on the mic like a blade with a rough grind.
Yeah, we rise—never fall, never flatline,
Lights flashin’ hard like a rave in the nighttime.
If you lookin’ for the fire, know it’s right mine,
Wayne-style venom in the bars when I bite rhymes.
(Verse 2 – harder, more hardcore hip-hop)
I’m the king with the crown made of pressure and pain,
Turn struggle into muscle, turn lightning to chains.
I’m a beast in the booth, leave a scorch to the frame,
And my flow too lethal—call it propane rain.
Southern to the bones, from the dirt to the skyline,
Cookin’ with the sauce, every word a divine line.
Trap with the bounce, then I flip to a pop shine,
Then I throw rock riffs—call it genre landmine.
808s hittin’ like a heavyweight punch,
Bars so hard make the universe crunch.
EDM spark when the snare go brunch,
I break every beat like I skip every lunch.
(Bridge – slow, distorted, haunting)
Smoke in my breath, lightning in my grip,
Every word a blade when it cuts from the lips.
Raspy like the night when the shadows all drip,
I’m the wave, I’m the quake, I’m the crash, I’m the split…
(Chorus – EDM + rock final drop)
Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang like a drumline,
Thunder in my chest, and the world on the front line.
Ridin’ with the bass that’ll crack through a bloodline,
Raspy on the mic like a blade with a rough grind.
Yeah, we rise—never fall, never flatline,
Lights flashin’ hard like a rave in the nighttime.
If you lookin’ for the fire, know it’s right mine,
Wayne-style venom in the bars when I bite rhymes.
(Outro)
Yeah…
Raspy voice, big noise…
Southern roots, trap boots…
Rock soul, EDM pulse…
Let it bang.
