Compton On My Back

[Intro]
Yeah
Raised in the hub, homie
Bright day, dark alley
Let me talk to you right quick
[Verse 1]
Palm trees lean over cracked concrete
Burnt tips on the curb where the kids meet
Grandma on the porch, Bible and bare feet
Helicopter light sweepin' like it know me by my heartbeat
Swap meet gold, white tee, fresh fade
Block party grill smoke, dominoes, old spades
Love in the air, but the fear still baked
You can smell it in the sirens when another call breaks
[Chorus]
Compton on my back, yeah, I carry that
Where the love run deep and the streets fight back
Born in the middle of the best, of the bad
If you make it out the block, then the world look small, that’s facts
Compton on my back, say it loud like that
Where the sun so warm but the nights bite back
I’m in love with the danger and the strength we have
This the city turn a scar into solid gold plaques
[Verse 2]
Seen chalk on the blacktop right by the hoop
Lil homie wore his flag like it came with the school
Mama work two jobs just to keep us in food
Still we laugh too loud when we packed in the room
Lowrider crawl, chrome wink at the moon
Candy paint drip slow like it scared to move
Old head say “boy, pick truth, pick tools”
‘Cause the block give praise and a grave so soon
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Best in the world when we dance at the show
But we pray on the way ‘cause we all still know
One wrong look, one wrong color on a coat
Turn a fun Friday to a name on a post
Still I rep every lane, every last side street
Every mural on the wall, every track meet
We the roses in the rubble, we the cracked seat
Turn a war zone story to a rap sheet, then to black ink
[Chorus]
Rolling through the shadows, silent in the night
Black flag waving, ready for the fight
[Verse 1]
Sliding through the front hood, eyes on every corner
Tana blocc, heart colder, living life with honor
Bitch got the strap for Compton, always on game
Keeping it real, never chasing fame
[Pre-Chorus]
Wave that black flag high, symbolize the struggle
In these streets, you either hustle or buckle
Every move calculated, staying on my grind
In the city of dreams, but it’s all about survival
[Chorus]
Waving that black flag, sliding through the night
Compton on my back, ready for the fight
Keep it real, never let ‘em see me fall
In the shadows, standing tall
[Bridge]
Echoes of the past, whispers of the street
Every step I take, gotta keep the heat
Black flag flying, history in the making
In this game, no faking
[Outro]
Black flag waving, as I fade into the dark
Living by the code, leaving my mark
Tana blocc life, never backing down
In this concrete jungle, I wear the crown
[Male Vocal]

rap, Laid-back West Coast bounce with rubbery bass, sparse piano stabs, and crisp snap snares. Male vocals ride a swung pocket, confident and conversational. Hook explodes with stacked gang vocals on the title phrase, faint siren FX tucked in the back. Second half brings in a talkbox-style harmony and subtle synth leads, keeping it gritty but undeniably anthemic., hip hop