White Line Killer

[Verse 1]
Step on the court, thick air
Everybody talk tough, who care
I’m in warm-ups, they in prayer
Dead-eye stare, that cold glare
No flex talk, that’s routine
Trash in my lane get swept clean
You got followers, I got rings in my dreams
I turn pressure into protein
They want pretty plays, I want pain
Dive on the floor, blood in the grain
You want clout
I want names
Write ‘em in chalk, erase ‘em in flames (yeah)
[Chorus]
I take no shit from nobody
Like Bird on the break, eyes cocky
Tell the whole crowd, “you can’t stop me”
Point to the spot, then I drop three
I take no shit from nobody
Talk that talk, then you got me
Face to the rim, that’s a body
Point to the spot, then I drop three
[Verse 2]
I don’t dance, I don’t dap
You fake tough, that’s all cap
You post clips, I post stats
You chase likes, I chase matchups
Call my shot, then turn away
Ain’t even gotta watch, I know it stay
You just got here, I own this place
Your best night still my off-day
You want friendly, pick another game
I want silence when I bring the pain
They see legend, I see prey
Write ‘em in ink, cross ‘em out same day (woo)
[Chorus]
I take no shit from nobody
Like Bird on the break, eyes cocky
Tell the whole crowd, “you can’t stop me”
Point to the spot, then I drop three
I take no shit from nobody
Talk that talk, then you got me
Face to the rim, that’s a body
Point to the spot, then I drop three

rap, Hardcore East Coast rap energy, mid-tempo head-nod groove with crunchy drums and snarling bass. Minimal eerie keys in the verse leave space for an aggressive, in-your-face male vocal. Hook explodes with stacked gang shouts on the last word of each bar. Occasional vinyl stops and reverse FX punch transitions; final chorus doubles the lead for a shouted, arena feel., hardcore