

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Step out the Chevy, locs on my face Looking at a world that’s a goddamn disgrace I’m the criminal minded, the one they despise See the fire in my soul, see the truth in my eyes I don't rap for the charts, I rap for the block Keep a grip on the game like a hand on a Glock The industry’s soft, full of suckers and fakes But I’m building an empire, whatever it takes. [Chorus] Straight out the gutter, the king of the coast Doing what the rest of these cowards can’t boast Westside till I die, let the bass line thud I got the concrete running through my cold, black blood. [Verse 2] Check the resume, I’m the one they call boss Cross the line, boy, and you’ll suffer the loss 100 degrees, but I’m colder than January Turning every rap rival into a memory It’s the Predator’s hour, I’m hunting for gold The story of a rebel that's never been told Bucking the system, I don't give a damn Better recognize the beast, yeah, you know who I am. [Bridge] (Sirens wailing) They want to lock me in a padded room But I’m the one bringing the sonic boom The system is failing, the pressure is rising I’m the nightmare that you’re not realizing. [Verse 3] I’m a psychopath with a pen, losing my mind Leaving every weak-hearted rapper behind My brain is a cage where the demons reside There’s nowhere to run and there’s nowhere to hide They call me a menace, a ghost in the dark I’m the bite of the beast, not the sound of the bark Pure Westside madness, no soul left to save I’m digging your career in a shallow grave. [Verse 4] I walk through the valley of the shadow of death With the smell of the struggle on every breath Institutionalized, but I’m breaking the locks I’m the one throwing stones at the glass box You talk about money, I talk about power The clock is ticking, this is my hour I’m the glitch in the matrix, the static on screen The coldest motherfucker that you’ve ever seen. [Chorus] Straight out the gutter, the king of the coast Doing what the rest of these cowards can’t boast Westside till I die, let the bass line thud I got the concrete running through my cold, black blood. [Verse 5] Last call for the haters, get out of the way The Don is in the building, I came here to play No "Good Day" today, it’s a dark afternoon I’m howling at the sun, not the silver moon Reality’s a prison, so I burned the keys Making all these local rappers fall to their knees Unpredictable, unstable, I’m ready to snap The most dangerous man to ever walk on a track. [Outro] (Beat fades into a low, rumbling bass) Yeah... keep looking over your shoulder. The South Central psychopath is here. You can't lock up the truth. Westside. Ganster!!!!!
Tags
Gangster, rap, male
2:54
No
1/8/2026