Lyrics
[Intro]
Hoodie up
Eyes red, jaw tight
Whole block look
Like it’s midnight
Graveyard shift
In this dead-end town
Sirens sing
When the sun go down (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Four deep, same ride, no tags
Ashtray full, whole crew in a haze
Knock on the door, one blink, that’s raid
Flip that couch, flush that weight, too late
Blue lights painting the wall like art
Steel on my wrists, cold teeth on my heart
Mama on the phone, voice shaking in the dark
“I raised you better” while they toss my stash apart
Zombies on the tier move slow, eyes blank
Whole pod itching for a fix, shanks in the tank
COs talk slick, hands close to the can
One false move, you’re chalk on the land
[Chorus]
This that graveyard bassline, brain fried
Walking like a dead man, rage inside
Smell like smoke, got chains on my mind
Whole life running from the blue and the white
This that graveyard bassline, no sleep
Every little knock sound deep, heart leap
If I don’t leave, I’m a ghost in these streets
If I don’t leave, I’m a ghost in these streets (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Counting lil’ rocks in a matchbox, fiend wait
Heard my homie caught a case off a jailhouse tape
Snitch in the ranks, now the whole block shake
Everybody point fingers when they can’t escape
See my reflection in the plexiglass pane
Face look older, same hunger, same pain
Judge read numbers like a grocery line
Years stack tall, couldn’t lift that time
Bunk bed, cold mat, praying to the wall
Kites from the homeboys never say it all
Freedom on hold like a collect call drop
Either ride clean or the casket my stop
[Chorus]
This that graveyard bassline, brain fried
Walking like a dead man, rage inside
Smell like smoke, got chains on my mind
Whole life running from the blue and the white
This that graveyard bassline, no sleep
Every little knock sound deep, heart leap
If I don’t leave, I’m a ghost in these streets
If I don’t leave, I’m a ghost in these streets (woah)
[Bridge]
Pipe on the table, cold in my hand
How I let powder take over my plans
Friends in the dirt, some stuck in the pen
I ain’t tryna be the next one in
[Chorus]
This that graveyard bassline, brain fried
Walking like a dead man, rage inside
Smell like smoke, got chains on my mind
Whole life running from the blue and the white
This that graveyard bassline, last ride
Trying to climb out that grave in my mind
If I don’t change, I’m a ghost in these streets
If I don’t change, I’m a ghost in these streets
Style
rapdark trap banger with male vocalssub-heavy low end and crisp hi-hats driving an aggressive doubletime flow. intro starts spacious with filtered 808s and eerie choir padsthen drops into a punishing main section. hook hits with layered chant vocals and distorted bass swellsverses stay tight and percussive. occasional riser sweeps and glitchy vocal chops add tension between sections.basslinehardcorebeats
Prompt
Weed, gangsta, meth, Zombie, Police, Prison
rap, trap, beats, power Rap, Intro, hardcore, bassline, Doubletime
Credits
Prompt bySoulfulKernel356
GeneratedJan 24, 2026
ModelAria v5
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