Underground Bloodsport

[Intro]
Face down
In the mud, in the rain
Whole block full of rumors
Whole heart full of flame (yeah)
[Verse 1]
I came from the underground
Cold eyes, broken crown
Bloody shoes, bloody hands
Had to take, never ask, never stand down
Every night felt like fight night
Jaw locked, dark thoughts in the brake lights
Saw friends drifting off into late nights
Turned ghosts, turned names, turned gravestones
Killers in the mirror when the hate grows
Red on my knuckles, I stay close
[Chorus]
This that underground blood, we fight
Every scar that I got took life
I was drifting on the edge all night
Surrounded by killers, killers in my sight
Underground blood, we fight
If I fall, then I fall in the light
I was drifting, drifting, holding on tight
With the killers, killers in my sight (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Mama said, "Boy, don't lose your soul"
But the block said, "Boy, pay that toll"
Steel talk, you either fold or you grow cold
I was fifteen staring down a black hole
Homies turned killers for the rent due
Ink on my skin like the sins that I been through
Drifting past churches and venues
Wonder if my name ever make it on a menu
They cheer for the violence we survive in
Blood on the bills that we sliding
Every fight got a price I could die in
But I rise from the dirt that I'm lying in (woo)
[Chorus]
This that underground blood, we fight
Every scar that I got took life
I was drifting on the edge all night
Surrounded by killers, killers in my sight
Underground blood, we fight
If I fall, then I fall in the light
I was drifting, drifting, holding on tight
With the killers, killers in my sight (hey)
[Bridge]
If I go down, let me go swinging
Both fists high, whole crowd screaming
All this blood got a meaning
All these killers still breathing, but I'm still dreaming (still dreaming)
[Chorus]
This that underground blood, we fight
Every scar that I got took life
I was drifting on the edge all night
Surrounded by killers, killers in my sight
Underground blood, we fight
If I fall, then I fall in the light
I was drifting, drifting, holding on tight
With the killers, killers in my sight

rap, Dark, cinematic trap beat with booming low-end and eerie bell plucks; male vocals in a tight, aggressive pocket. Verses stay minimal and menacing, then chorus widens with stacked gang shouts and distorted ad-libs. Snare rolls and 808 glides build to short drops before each hook, creating a tense, relentless energy arc.