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[Verse 1]
Walking tall, needle in hand
Skull on fire, I don't slow down
If your nails ain’t done, you ain’t it
That’s the rule when I come around
Prison time got the whole block tense
Money on my mind, pain in my grin
Killer talk, but the nights get long
Angry little smile, I play to win
[Pre-Chorus]
Brooklyn breathe, Long Island watch
Every door got a chain and a lock
I been running laps in the same old maze
Same old heat, same old face
[Chorus]
Walking tall, needle in hand
Walking tall, don’t understand
Skull on fire, I’m gone again
Money killer, pain game, yeah
Walking tall, needle in hand
Walking tall, taking what I can
Hook it up, let the whole block know
Walking tall, and I won’t fold
[Verse 2]
Cops on the corner, eyes on me
Still I move like I own the street
Brooklyn to the bay, same hard pulse
Long Island nights with the windows closed
Hookers, anger, rap in the mix
Dirty little grin with a harder twist
I don’t pray for a softer life
I just talk through the teeth and bite
[Pre-Chorus]
Brooklyn breathe, Long Island watch
Every door got a chain and a lock
I been running laps in the same old maze
Same old heat, same old face
[Chorus]
Walking tall, needle in hand
Walking tall, don’t understand
Skull on fire, I’m gone again
Money killer, pain game, yeah
Walking tall, needle in hand
Walking tall, taking what I can
Hook it up, let the whole block know
Walking tall, and I won’t fold
[Bridge]
I been cut, I been tagged
I been blamed and still came back
If the room goes dark, I still stand
Needle in hand, I still stand
[Chorus]
Walking tall, needle in hand
Walking tall, don’t understand
Skull on fire, I’m gone again
Money killer, pain game, yeah
Walking tall, needle in hand
Walking tall, taking what I can
Hook it up, let the whole block know
Walking tall, and I won’t fold
Details
GeneratedMay 13, 2026
Duration2:39
LanguageEnglish
Style
Trap rap with tense half-time drums, sliding 808s, clipped hi-hat rolls and eerie synth stabs; verse rides sparse and menacing, pre-chorus tightens with rising filters and stacked whispers, chorus hits with shouted doubles and a blunt chant. Ad-lib pings, quick reverse swells into each hook, and a cold, punchy mix with hard low-end focus and sharp top-end gloss., rap
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Prompt by
chrismichael331
chrismichael331ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Walking tall needle in hand skull on fire if your nails ain’t done you ain’t it prison time money killer pain game gangster drugs cops Brooklyn Long Island all on lock running laps hookers angry rap
