

Prompt / Lyrics
[Chorus] Tana's don't die, they multiply (yeah) Tana rag in the coffin with the bullets by your side 'Fore you ever touch a hint of that Blu sky Let every rue in the room know this far you go, you ain't gettin' by Tana's don't die, they multiply (woah) This is heaven not hell, so go, you denied Try to step up, get pressed, get fossilized Let every rue in the room know this far you go, you ain't gettin' by [Verse 1] Coffin cloth match the flag, that's design Clean cut suit but the heart still grime Face on a shirt, on a wall, on a shrine Talk loud now, but the chalk stay quiet Name on a mural, candles on the curb You was talkin' like a king, now you barely just a word Try to slide through the gate, get curved Saints on the roof, pointin' down like "swerve" [Chorus] [Verse 2] Halo hang low over cold concrete Where the prayers and the payback meet You was reachin' for the clouds with the wrong ID Got your picture at the door, "don't let him in, please" Streets got rules, you ain't read that script You was chasin' after glory with a loose-ass grip Now it's Tana in the books, every line, every clip We the ones who never fade, you the ghost in the mix [Chorus]
Tags
rap, Dark, menacing trap beat at mid-tempo with heavy sub-bass and eerie bell plucks; drums punch hard but leave pockets for a swaggering, defiant male vocal. Hook explodes with stacked gang chants and aggressive ad-libs; verses stay tight and rhythmic with occasional double-time bursts. Sparse atmospheric pads widen the chorus, then drop back to bare essentials for maximum impact.
2:09
No
1/11/2026