Lyrics
[Intro]
T-shirt on the pole
Candles in a line
Name on the wall
Still wet, still drying
[Verse 1]
Chrome on the curb
Red in the gutter
Whole block numb
Face of your brother
Mama on the porch
Hands to the sky
News van spinning
Talking that lie
Lowrider creeping
Windows like scars
Kids on the sidewalk
Counting those cars
Tattoo tears
Way too real
Gunpowder breath
Hard to heal
[Chorus]
Dead homies riding in the lowrider ghosts (lowrider ghosts)
Every corner holding all the bullets we broke (all that smoke)
Hate in the air, got it stuck in my throat
Blood on the asphalt, can't wash what we wrote
[Verse 2]
Sirens sing
Same sad song
White chalk rings
Circle what's gone
Racist eyes
Point like steel
Judge from a desk
Never this real
Knife in a jacket
Whispering names
Colors like cages
Dragging these chains
Anger my armor
Anger my cage
Whole hood burning
Match to the page
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
You ever see a body
Fold in the light?
You ever see a brother
Fade in one night?
[whispered vocals]
Bang, bang, bang
Echo in my head
Gang, gang, gang
Raised by the dead
[Chorus]
Style
rapgritty west coast street rap over menacingswung drums and a rumbling basslinemale vocals. sparseeerie keys and distant sirens set the scene; hook explodes with stacked gang-vocal chants and distorted ad-libs. verses stay close and conversationalheavy low-end and subtle vinyl gritwith a shortfiltered outro where the beat half-times and the vocal rides the pocket.
Prompt
Dead homies, blood, murder, gangs, hatred, violence, racism, stabbings, gunshots, lowlife, lowriders, anger, rap
Credits
Prompt by
romoe69
romoe69GeneratedDec 31, 2025
ModelAria v5
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