Thugasaurus Rex

[Intro]
(Yeah)
Winton Park
Three seven nine
POE, barke over everything
[Verse 1]
Travieso in the cut, I grew up where the walls talk
Lil homie learned the code before I learned to small talk
Sureño on my brim, blue rag where my heart at
Seen too many fade, so I never let my guard slack
They call me Thugasaurus Rex, big steps on the blacktop
Grew up on the back blocks, duckin from the backdrop
Tool drum tucked by the tall valve, don’t ask
I just pray Ma never see the things behind this mask
[Chorus]
Thugasaurus Rex, from the Park where it’s cold
Three seven nine, that’s the code that I hold
Winton on my chest, POE on my soul
Barke over everything, I’ll say it till I’m old
Thugasaurus Rex, every day, all day
Sureño in my veins, I ain’t built to betray
From the curb to the gate, I’m a product of the way
Barke over everything, that’s the flag that I wave (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Section by section, I remember who ain’t make it
Names in my head, yeah the pavement really sacred
Homies in the System, homies in the sky now
Got a lot of anger, learned to turn it to a pride now
Tall valve leanin while I post by the corner store
Thought I’d never see past the county or a metal door
But I’m tryna flip pain into somethin they can feel
Still ride for the gang, but I’m dreamin of a deal
[Chorus]
Thugasaurus Rex, from the Park where it’s cold
Three seven nine, that’s the code that I hold
Winton on my chest, POE on my soul
Barke over everything, I’ll say it till I’m old
Thugasaurus Rex, every day, all day
Sureño in my veins, I ain’t built to betray
From the curb to the gate, I’m a product of the way
Barke over everything, that’s the flag that I wave (barke over everything)

rap, Hard West Coast street rap, male vocals. Sparse, menacing piano loop over heavy low-end and crisp snares. Verses stay tight and conversational with ad-lib echoes; hook explodes with stacked gang vocals and a rising siren in the background. Occasional chopped vocal stabs and stop-and-go drops to spotlight key punchlines.