Lake Effect Static

[Intro]
Lake effect wind in my teeth
Grey sky hangin' over me
Tracks hum under my feet
Same line, new memories (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Southbound, hood up, cold air bite
Used to cut class for the late-night rides
Tag on the seat, name half-wiped
Like the homies that ain’t make it past 25
Red line rumble in my chest, I’m wired
Phone on mute but the block stay dialed
Split that pack in a Popeyes lot
Prayed that the doors ain’t swing on the spot (uh)
Sirens echo off brick and rust
Shorty got hit where we used to cut
Mama still wait on the porchlight glow
Call me by my gov when she talk to the Lord
[Chorus]
I came up out that underground
Where the snow get black and the guns too loud
Where the bass shake loose all the drywall down
But I’m still here, still here somehow
I came up out that underground
Every closed door, I kicked it out
Whole city on my back right now
But I’m still here, still here somehow (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Blue line blur, I don’t blink, just lean
Count ten stops, that’s a whole routine
Used to hit licks for the Jordans clean
Now I sign checks, put the fam on screen
Cousin got booked, he ain’t see that plea
Judge read years like a grocery sheet
Grandma stash cash in her Bible sheets
Say the world too sick, but the Lord gon’ heal
Late night, House party in a one-bed flat
Basement sweat drippin’ from the pipes and that
Shorty hit a move, whole crowd went back
Floor felt weak but the love stayed packed (woah)
Still see ghost bikes locked to the pole
Names in chalk get washed by the snow
If I ever fold, let my story be known
We was diamonds in the gravel by the Kedzie road
[Chorus]
I came up out that underground
Where the snow get black and the guns too loud
Where the bass shake loose all the drywall down
But I’m still here, still here somehow
I came up out that underground
Every closed door, I kicked it out
Whole city on my back right now
But I’m still here, still here somehow (still here)
[Bridge]
Look at me now, same line, new seat (yeah)
Same pain, new ink on the beat
Same sky, but the clouds part clean
For a split-second, feel the whole West gleam
[Chorus]
I came up out that underground
Where the snow get black and the guns too loud
Where the bass shake loose all the drywall down
But I’m still here, still here somehow
I came up out that underground
Every closed door, I kicked it out
Whole city on my back right now
But I’m still here, still here somehow (still here, still here)

rap, Chicago drill / cloud-rap hybrid with hazy synth pads, warped vocal chops, and rattling percussion over distorted 808 low-end; verses in a tight, menacing pocket that swing into a floaty, reverb-soaked hook. Subtle house shuffle in the hi-hats, glitchy stutters on transitions, male vocals slightly overdriven, ad-libs tucked wide. Energy rises from brooding cruise to a dizzy, triumphant final chorus., drill, chicago house, glitch