Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Switchblade scat in my lap shoe box cash, rubber band snapped Late night lean in the back whole block twitch when we pass Motor run hot, redline talk ashtray full, I don't ever park Demons in my veins doing push-ups laugh at the law when they push up Helicopter shadow on the roof light sweep round, still bulletproof Mask in the hoodie like a habit my name in his mouth, better gag it I don’t do peace, I do pressure I don’t do friends, I do extras Code on my tongue like a tattoo I die on that hill ‘fore I rat you [Chorus] Switchblade scat, I slide cop lights painting my side (skrrt) Whole squad stuck on pride street got a grip on my life Wrist locked, metal on skin head loud, devil walk in Vision gone, everything spin I’m married to the movement I’m in [Verse 2] Half tank gas, full tank hate shorty in the crib countin’ court dates Phone on flame, can’t sleep straight plug in a rage ‘bout a lost crate Eyes wide, see the blue flash hand on my heart and the glove stash If it all crash on the wrong night mama gon’ cry for the long fight But loyalty heavy as a cinder block hold my name tight when the spinner stop If they break code, then the circle shrink if I overthink, then I never blink Cold sweat drip in the line-up face to the glass when they ride up Pray I don’t fold in the bright room but the streets say “die ‘fore you slide truth” [Chorus] Switchblade scat, I slide cop lights painting my side (yeah) Whole squad stuck on pride street got a grip on my life Wrist locked, metal on skin head loud, devil walk in Vision gone, everything spin I’m married to the movement I’m in [Bridge] Tell me, is it honor or a death wish? is it love, is it leverage? I don’t even know where my heaven is all I ever learned was the evidence If the judge write my name in a black pen will the block still scream when I’m back in? Or am I just a ghost on the back end another tattoo, closed caption [Chorus] Switchblade scat, I slide cop lights painting my side Whole squad stuck on pride street got a grip on my life (on my life) Wrist locked, metal on skin head loud, devil walk in (devil walk in) Vision gone, everything spin I’m married to the movement I’m in
Tags
rap, Gritty trap-rap banger, mid-tempo with sinister bells and warped choir stabs over snarling 808s and sharp hi-hats. Male vocals: tense, close-mic, low register on verses; hook jumps with doubled chants and crowd-style ad-libs. Sub-bass swells under the chorus, snare rolls before each drop, occasional siren FX tucked low in the mix., deep
Duration
2:47
Instrumental
No
Created
4/8/2026