

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Forties and nines Forties and nines Whole block barkin’ Like it’s wartime [Verse 1] Forty ounce warm in my hoodie, that’s breakfast Nine on my lap while I’m laughin’ at a death list Short fuse, long clip, talk slick, get your jaw checked Steel in my palm, I don’t argue on a group text Dice on the crate, lil homie need a payday Safety off, finger twitchin’ in the hallway Smell malt liquor on my breath when I press up Red dot dancin’ on his chest, that’s a check-up I ain’t here to preach, I’m here to press I ain’t hear a plea, I heard a threat Stain on the floor, they scrubbin’ stress Mama say I’m damned, I say I’m blessed (yeah) [Chorus] Forties and nines, forties and nines (what?) Whole hood raised on forties and nines (yeah) Talk that tough, better walk that line Pray you don’t slip when it’s torture time Forties and nines, forties and nines (hey!) Hands in the air like warning signs Mouth run wild, then the corner shine We was baptized in forties and nines [Verse 2] Forty ounce clank on the curb by the candles Nine millimeter got a temper I can’t handle Rust on the slide, but it still spit venom Name on the shell if I feel like sendin’ ‘em I seen brains on the backdoor exit Heard moms scream till her lungs got breathless We toast up, talk foul, feel fearless Then drink ‘til the whole thing feel airless I sleep in my jeans, I don’t trust that night Gun on the dresser like a porch light Kids play tags round tape and chalk lines We just pass down pain like a bloodline (yeah) [Chorus] Forties and nines, forties and nines (say it) Whole hood raised on forties and nines (what?) Talk that tough, better walk that line Pray you don’t slip when it’s torture time Forties and nines, forties and nines (yeah) Hands in the air like warning signs Mouth run wild, then the corner shine We was baptized in forties and nines (forties and nines) [Outro] Forty ounce tip for the ones that’s gone Nine on my hip when I’m headed home Same old song in a broke man’s mind All that we know Forties and nines
Tags
rap, Aggressive Midwest trap: dark detuned bells, ominous choir stabs, heavy sliding bass, skittering hi-hats. Harsh male vocals, layered gang chants on hooks, clipped ad-libs. Verses stay tight and punchy, hook opens into a shout-along chant. Slight distortion on lead vocal for grit, drum mix hits hard in the low-mids., hardcore, hardcore hip hop, hip hop, male vocals, harsh
2:28
No
3/21/2026