Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Norf side
F-B-D
(uh)
[Chorus]
F-B-D, that’s the block, that’s the team
Norf Fremont, red flags in my jeans
Whole city know the name, know what it mean
We was out here turned kids into fiends
F-B-D, that’s the block, that’s the team
Cold nights, hot heads, wild dreams
North side stories, written in the steam
From the breath of the ones on the scene (on the scene)
[Verse 1]
Norf side, Cornhusker wind cut deep
We was out late, never got no sleep
Gravel in the lot, glass in the grass
Lil homies learn fast or you fade, get passed
Fremont streets, ain’t sweet, just quiet
’Til it jump off quick, then it’s sirens, riot
F-B-D letters sprayed on brick
If you know, then you know, can’t tell that quick
Tales from the park, from the corner, from the creek
Food stamps, cold cuts, same fit all week
Dreams in a shoebox, tucked by the heater
Heart turn stone, but the blood run deeper
[Chorus]
F-B-D, that’s the block, that’s the team
Norf Fremont, red flags in my jeans
Whole city know the name, know what it mean
We was out here turned kids into fiends
F-B-D, that’s the block, that’s the team
Cold nights, hot heads, wild dreams
North side stories, written in the steam
From the breath of the ones on the scene (yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
School bus route, see the houses all lean
Mama work doubles, keep the cupboards half clean
Hand-me-down bikes, pop wheelies by the tracks
Cops slow-roll when they see our packs
Talk in code when we post at the store
Everybody know who gon’ ride in a war
Lost too many, paint names on tees
Candlelight flame dance hard in the breeze
Tryna get away, but the pull too strong
Love for the block make right feel wrong
North side echo when my phone light up
“Where you at?” Same clique, same cut
[Chorus]
F-B-D, that’s the block, that’s the team
Norf Fremont, red flags in my jeans
Whole city know the name, know what it mean
We was out here turned kids into fiends
F-B-D, that’s the block, that’s the team
Cold nights, hot heads, wild dreams
North side stories, written in the steam
From the breath of the ones on the scene (F-B-D)
Style
raphard-hitting trap beat with detuned bell loop and booming low-endmale vocals. hook rides a simplemenacing melodyverses punchy and direct with tight ad-libs. snare rolls and hi-hat triplets build into each chorus; last hook adds stacked chants and subtle choir pad for a coldtriumphant feel.hip hop
Prompt
rap, trap, hip hop about a blood gang called FBD on the north side of Fremont Nebraska
Credits
Prompt byFierceDrop958
GeneratedMar 12, 2026
ModelAria v5
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