Black Rag on the Block

[Intro]
C-O-M-P-T to the O-N-S
Yeah the finest
Black rag, Willie Banz, Santana block
Rest in peace Nip, you left a big hole in the game
[Verse 1]
C-O-M-P-T to the O-N, step light
Posted on the corner where they gamble for they next life
Black rag folded in the pocket, not for stage lights
Mama say she praying, I been dancing with a strange fight
Homies on them fades, now they faces on the spray paint
Tears on the curb, every raindrop the same shade
Cuzz I gotta fill it, all this weight on the same plate
If they waiting on a leader, I ain’t flinch when my name came
[Chorus]
C-O-M-P-T to the O-N, yeah we ride like that
Black rag on the block, can’t hide like that
R.I.P. to Nip, you left the lane like that
Big hole in the game, I gotta slide right back
C-O-M-P-T to the O-N, put my name on that
From the pain to the plaques, never change on that
C.O.M.P.T. to the O.N.S, we don’t bend, don’t crack
Big hole in the game, I gotta slide right back
[Verse 2]
These niggas is trippin, turn a story to a hashtag
Talking like they built it, never laid a brick, that’s cap
I remember bus stop nights, cold wind, thin jacket
Now they wanna stand in the pic, wrong caption
Candlelight flicker where the real ones sleep
I be talking to the sky when the hood don’t speak
Told cuz I’ma run it till the wheels run free
If they ever see me fall, that’s the field on me
[Chorus]
Whispers in the wind, shadows creeping close
Northern lights, we ride, coast to coast
Grapevine dark, the game unfolds
Fly high, cash stacks, stories told
[Verse 1]
Dark clouds gather, secrets in the air
Heading north where the sun's rare
Birds in the sky, they take the flight
We move in silence, night after night
[Pre-Chorus]
It's that rush, that feeling inside
Chasing the sky, no place to hide
Money flips, TANA style flow
Big piles, watch the paper grow
[Chorus]
Let 'em loose, let 'em fly, reachin’ for the sky
Northern Cali, where we ride or die
Birds on the move, dreams in the wind
Bringing the heat, let the story begin
[Bridge]
Willi! BANZ! sound the alarms
Echoes of the night, causing storms
From the grapevine to the bay
We claimin' ours, no delay
[Outro]
Darkness fades as the dawn arrives
Money and the birds, forever live
Stay on the move, never forget
This is the game, no regrets

rap, Moody West Coast rap, swung drums and heavy bass, eerie keys with subtle guitar phrases. Verses in a confident mid-tempo pocket, ad-libs tucked in the sides. Hook widens with stacked vocals and a simple chant. Male vocals, gritty but melodic on the chorus, tight and dry mix for an up-close street confessional.