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Lyrics
[Intro]
Jala, jala, jala
Load up the vibe, go harder
Cold on the street like armor
Still got the heat, that lava
[Chorus]
Jala, jala, jala
Whole block jump when I holler (yeah)
Stack that stack, that dollar
Head so high, I’m taller
Jala, jala, jala
Drip too loud, might drown ya (woah)
Step in clean, move smarter
Big boss talk, no charters
[Verse 1]
Skrr in the ride, no brakes
Ten toes down, no shakes
Came from crumbs on plates
Now it’s big boy stakes
Phone line jump, that kaya
Bro got aim, no sniper
Talk that talk, get quieter
Real ones move in silence, higher
Night shift, hoodie and mask
Whole day gone in a flash
Turned pain straight into cash
Turned loss into something that lasts
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Back then, they left me on read
Now they chase blue and red
Still can’t live in my head
Heart too cold, half-dead
Young boy dream, that mansion
Still see flats, that tension
Still see mums in sanction
Pray for a different ending
Spin that block, but wiser
New drip, old survivor
Still that hungry rider
Still that risk-taker, climber
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 15, 2026
Duration1:44
LanguageTL
Style
rap, UK drill-trap hybrid with aggressive low-end and skittering hi-hats; eerie bell loop and muted choir pads under sharp, syncopated drums. Hook is chanty and repetitive, built for crowd call-backs. Verses spit double-time pockets and clipped ad-libs; occasional filtered drops then full beat slams back in for max impact. Male vocals, gritty and close-mic’d., hip hop, drill
Credits
Prompt by
DJ_Miguel01
DJ_Miguel01ModelAria v5
Prompt
Jala, jala, jala, rap, hip hop ,uk drill, trap
