Prompt / 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]
Tags
rap, Gritty West Coast street rap over menacing, swung drums and a rumbling bassline, male vocals. Sparse, eerie keys and distant sirens set the scene; hook explodes with stacked gang-vocal chants and distorted ad-libs. Verses stay close and conversational, heavy low-end and subtle vinyl grit, with a short, filtered outro where the beat half-times and the vocal rides the pocket.
Duration
2:01
Instrumental
No
Created
12/31/2025