

Prompt / Lyrics
[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
Tags
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
1:48
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4/2/2026