That’s My Boy

[Intro]
That’s my boy
Yeah, that’s my
That’s my boy (uh)
Say it twice so you feel that noise
[Verse 1]
Walk in, same code, same scars
We was throwin' hands way before we had cars
Shared one meal, split pain, split rent
Now we split wigs if they talk slick again
You had my back in the schoolyard brawls
You was right there when I broke those walls
Whole world fake, you the one that ain’t switch
Anybody test that, zip ’em in a black stitch
[Chorus]
That’s my boy, got my six like a thousand clips
Talk slick, get flipped, let your body twitch
You keep runnin' that lip, you get buried quick
You won’t see tomorrow when we empty this
That’s my boy, got my six like a thousand clips
Wrong move, whole crew on some violent shit
You keep runnin' that lip, you get buried quick
You won’t see tomorrow when we empty this
[Verse 2]
We was on the porch, pockets all lint
Now we slide past, black tint, no print
You was in the cell, I was sendin' that mail
Swore on the phone we gon' rise, never fail
Now we linked up, both hands in the fire
Name ring bells, put fear in a liar
You touch him, that’s death in a day
Say my bro name, better watch what you say
[Chorus]
That’s my boy, got my six like a thousand clips
Talk slick, get flipped, let your body twitch
You keep runnin' that lip, you get buried quick
You won’t see tomorrow when we empty this
That’s my boy, got my six like a thousand clips
Wrong move, whole crew on some violent shit
You keep runnin' that lip, you get buried quick
You won’t see tomorrow when we empty this

rap, Aggressive hardstyle-rap hybrid: distorted kick runs under gritty Midwest boom-bap drums, dark orchestral stabs and horror-movie synths. Male vocals barked and doubled on key punchlines; hook explodes with gang shouts and crowd responses. Occasional vinyl-stop drops into filtered verses, then slam back with full-frequency impact and sub-heavy bass swells., east coast hip hop, hardcore hip hop, hardstyle, hardcore, hip hop