

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] She hit that line on me Blue and red in the rearview, heart in my teeth Australia air feel cold when they cuffin’ your sleeve Parklea gates look tall when they slam on your dreams I gave her flights, gave her nights, gave her my last Put her name on my chest, tried to outrun my past Soon as metal hit my wrists, she was talkin’ in caps Turned my whole life story to a group chat laugh (damn) [Chorus] Parklea on my mind, still smell that yard Five years on the table, cards dealt hard Mama on the phone, tryna hold those tears I was facin’ all that time, she was talkin’ like I ain’t here Parklea on my mind, steel in my veins Lawyer talkin’ numbers, tryna shave that pain I gave her the world, she gave me the stand Now it’s anger in my blood and this pen in my hand (lik blood) [Verse 2] Mama cried soon as they called, voice cracked through the wire Said, “Son, I raised you better,” I heard hurt, not fire In that cold-ass box, had to sit with my name Every rumor like a razor, every headline flame She was postin’ up stories, paintin’ me as a beast I remember splitin’ rent, now she feast while I freeze Talk sweet to my face, spoke foul to the law I was starin’ at the ceiling, tryna settle the score [Chorus] Parklea on my mind, still smell that yard Five years on the table, cards dealt hard Mama on the phone, tryna hold those tears I was facin’ all that time, she was talkin’ like I ain’t here Parklea on my mind, steel in my veins Lawyer talkin’ numbers, tryna shave that pain I gave her the world, she gave me the stand Now it’s anger in my blood and this pen in my hand (lik blood, lik blood) [Bridge] [Beat drops to low piano and bass] Look me in my eyes, you ain’t break what you thought You just sharpened every edge, every lesson I bought If they ever pull that file, they gon’ read my scars Turn my sentence to a weapon, let it bleed through bars (yeah)
Tags
rap, Dark, menacing drill-infused trap beat with deep sub-bass and sparse piano stabs. Male vocals, tight and intense, verses packed with double-time pockets and raw emotion. Hook explodes with layered, shouted ad-libs and gang-style backing chants. Occasional distant vocal FX and siren sweeps to echo the legal stakes; mix keeps the vocal upfront and confrontational., world
2:47
No
3/17/2026