Lyrics
[Intro]
Lil harbor city
Yeah, the Dro
Where the water meet the wrong side of the map
Listen
[Verse 1]
Palos Verdes shadow on the front porch
Projects peekin' at the port lights
Tag ink drippin' on a blue court
Lil homies learnin' lefts before they read rights
Nana burnin' sage by the back gate
Helicopters circle when the block late
Fish smell mixin' with the gun smoke
Sunday suit, Monday court date
Sippin' tall cans by the tide wall
Sneakers on the wire by the main mall
Cousin hit the yard on a bad call
Still write the set in his last scrawl
Shells in the sand by the playground
Sirens singin' with the waves now
Tell me how the rich up the hill smile
While we pray the rent don’t fade out
[Chorus]
San Pedro, where the ghetto meet the sea (the Dro)
Salt in my lungs, concrete on my feet
Block so cold, but the water run deep
This that harbor side heat, this that harbor side heat
San Pedro, every corner got a dream (the Dro)
Line up boats, line up chalk on the street
Prayin' that my soul make it off Gaffey
This that harbor side heat, this that harbor side heat
[Verse 2]
Port cranes lookin' like steel gods
Watch 'em lift lives off the same docks
Unk on the pier with a night rod
Tryna catch dinner, not a raindrop
Echoes in the tunnel on Pacific
Dice hit the curb, lil homie optimistic
Moms in the kitchen with the slow flame
Phone on loud, hope the call ain't logistics
Bandanas hang where the flags wave
Tourists take pics, we just tryin' to get paid
Slide down 7th, whole block tense
Every other yard got a pit, broke fence
Middle school fights by the bus stop
Sippin' from a flask that we snuck in a lunchbox
Ask God, "You see this coastline?"
Why it feel like heaven got a closed sign?
[Chorus]
San Pedro, where the ghetto meet the sea (the Dro)
Salt in my lungs, concrete on my feet
Block so cold, but the water run deep
This that harbor side heat, this that harbor side heat
San Pedro, every corner got a dream (the Dro)
Line up boats, line up chalk on the street
Prayin' that my soul make it off Gaffey
This that harbor side heat, this that harbor side heat
[Bridge]
Tide come in, wash the chalk out
But the pain stay stuck in the brick house
If I make it off this dead-end route
I’ma still spell Dro when I call out
From the cliff side lookin' at the whole strip
All the lost names floatin' where the boats sit
Where the rich view meet the broke wish
Harbor in my heart, yeah, the Dro in my accent
[Chorus]
Style
rapmoody west coast bounce with thickswung drums and a rubbery bass linefiltered keys under the verses and eerie vocal chops on the hook. male vocals laid-back but menacingtight doubles on key punchlines. hook widens with stacked harmonies and a simple bell lead answering the main melodymix emphasizing low-end weight and gritty texture.
Prompt
Rap song about San Pedro, California “the Dro” where the ghetto meets the sea., rap
Credits
Prompt byFunkyArt4
GeneratedJan 3, 2026
ModelAria v5
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