Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Concrete on my palms
Dust in my throat
Block by block, we move
Like the avenue wrote
Black suits, cold stare
Leather on the wrist
Headlights in the rain
On a midnight twist
Brooklyn in my bones
Heavy in the chest
Never said a word
Still they knew the rest
Cruise past slow
Window blacked out
If you see the line
Better step out
[Pre-Chorus]
Hear that hush
Before we land
One wrong look
And it change your plans
Round the bend
No room for fear
When the whole street
Know we here
[Chorus]
Concrete blocks, dirty hands
Concrete blocks, dirty hands
Brooklyn runs in my veins
Brooklyn runs in my veins
Black suit walk, Cadillac glide
Black suit walk, Cadillac glide
Stay low when the dark ones ride
Stay low when the dark ones ride
[Verse 2]
Dust in the air
On the corner lot
Old names carved deep
In the heat we got
Leather gloves tight
On a folded deal
Smile like ice
But the wound stay real
Engine idling soft
At the curbside bend
Three slow circles
Then we go again
No loud talk
Just a look and nod
Every step I take
Feel like backing a card
[Pre-Chorus]
Hear that hush
Before we land
One wrong look
And it change your plans
Round the bend
No room for fear
When the whole street
Know we here
[Chorus]
Concrete blocks, dirty hands
Concrete blocks, dirty hands
Brooklyn runs in my veins
Brooklyn runs in my veins
Black suit walk, Cadillac glide
Black suit walk, Cadillac glide
Stay low when the dark ones ride
Stay low when the dark ones ride
[Bridge]
If the night turn mean
We move like smoke
Cold chain, hard jaw
No time for hope
Hands in the dirt
Name in the dust
What they call a curse
We call it trust
[Final Chorus]
Concrete blocks, dirty hands
Concrete blocks, dirty hands
Brooklyn runs in my veins
Brooklyn runs in my veins
Black suit walk, Cadillac glide
Black suit walk, Cadillac glide
Stay low when the dark ones ride
Stay low when the dark ones ride
Details
GeneratedJul 10, 2026
Duration3:18
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark Brooklyn drill with ominous minor-key piano stabs, sliding 808s, and tight half-time drums; verse rides sparse drums and bass with cold street chatter, pre-chorus tightens with rising synth tension, chorus hits with a chanty gang-vocal hook and clipped ad-lib echoes. Vocal stays close-mic and gritty with doubled lines on key punches, delay throws on the last word of each hook. Ear candy includes reversed concrete swells, siren-like synth risers, and tape-stop transitions into the drop. Mix is dark, punchy, and claustrophobic with hard low-end and sharp vocal presence., deep, rap
Credits
Prompt by
chrismichael331
chrismichael331ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Concrete blocks dirty hands mob life Brooklyn criminal run the streets dust flooding the air body parts hiding in concrete mafia black suits leather groves blacked out Cadillac circling deep rap
