

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Late night Same block Same talk Same plot (yeah) [Verse 1] Got evicted on a Tuesday Coach bag by the trash can Mama yelling through the doorway "Boy, you better have a plan" Corner store, bullet glass Counting singles in my hand Saw my homie on a shirt Saw his name on Instagram Section 8 hallway Smell of smoke in the vents Food stamps on the countertop Empty fridge, broken vents Cousin on a tether Check-in every other night Still keep a hoodie by the oven In case we gotta take flight (skrrt) [Chorus] This that night shift in the trenches (trenches) Broken homes and burnin’ bridges (bridges) Rent late, still jump them fences (yeah) Pray my sins don’t break these hinges This that pressure, it don’t sleep (it don’t sleep) Siren songs all in these streets (woo) Heart cold, but the hustle heat If I fall, I fall on my feet [Verse 2] Club packed, but my mind in court Bottle girls, but my brother short Public defender, bargain sport Judge talk long like it's her resort City bus route on my phone Tryna map out ways from the zone Block party turned wake overnight Teardrops on styrofoam Stimmy gone, but the pain stay PPP in the ashtray Opps ride past in a Hyundai Same car we used for a grad day Lil bro scrolling on TikTok See a body on his For You He just shrug, say that's "regular" I just stare like, "this ain't normal, dude" [Chorus] This that night shift in the trenches (trenches) Broken homes and burnin’ bridges (burnin’) Rent late, still jump them fences (jump) Pray my sins don’t break these hinges This that pressure, it don’t sleep (never) Siren songs all in these streets (streets) Heart cold, but the hustle heat If I fall, I fall on my feet [Bridge] 2020s, mask on, still seen Blue lights paint the project green Every day scroll new extreme Tryna wake up from the same bad dream (same dream) But I’m still here, still breathe Still stack crumbs, still leave One foot out, one foot deep Hope these scars buy my peace [Chorus] This that night shift in the trenches (trenches) Broken homes and burnin’ bridges (bridges) Rent late, still jump them fences (yeah) Pray my sins don’t break these hinges This that pressure, it don’t sleep (it don’t sleep) Siren songs all in these streets (all in these streets) Heart cold, but the hustle heat If I fall, I fall on my feet
Tags
rap, Aggressive Southern/Trap club banger with male vocals; dark sliding bass, eerie bell and synth leads, sharp hi-hat rolls. Verses spit fast double-time flows, hook is chanty and easy to scream in a packed club. Ad-libs tucked deep, distorted 808s punch through, occasional rock-style power chords in the drops to add rap-rock grit. Big, wide mix for festival stages and late-night drives., southern hip hop, hip hop, rap rock, hardcore hip hop
2:30
No
3/21/2026