Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah Kiante DZ8 Musicality We in here (uh) [Chorus] Idle death gamble, chips on the table Life on the line, I’m callin’ it fatal All of these sins, stackin’ like cables Pray for my soul, I play with the angels Idle death gamble, pockets unstable Gun in the drawer, cross on the label Talk to the dark, dance with the halo Either I’m rich, or I die at the table (at the table) [Verse 1 – Kiante] Woke up with rage in my ribs Blood on my tongue, still bitein’ my lips Mama keep callin’ me back to the crib Devil keep tellin’ me run up a lick Tired of the crumbs, I’m starvin’ for this Card in my palm, that’s life that I risk Snake in the grass, I sharpen the shiv If it’s a coffin, I’m callin’ it crib I don’t do threats, I cash ‘em I don’t do talk, I blast ‘em (boom) Heard he want smoke, then ash him Turn that boy past tense, caption I been on edge, I been off meds All of these voices crowdin’ my head One say “pray”, one say “spray” One want peace, one want pay [Chorus] Idle death gamble, chips on the table Life on the line, I’m callin’ it fatal All of these sins, stackin’ like cables Pray for my soul, I play with the angels Idle death gamble, pockets unstable Gun in the drawer, cross on the label Talk to the dark, dance with the halo Either I’m rich, or I die at the table [Verse 2 – DZ8] I don’t need sleep, I need targets I don’t need love, I need margins Came from the deep, where they heartless Turn gold teeth into coffins Whole block watch when I clock in Black hoody drown in the toxins Pop one time, that’s a plot twist White chalk line on the concrete I been in pain so long, it’s normal I been in rain so long, it’s formal Heard that he sweet, that boy cordial I make him ghost, ain’t talkin’ paranormal Russian roulette in the whip Spinnin’ the drum with a grin on my lip God in my ear like “son don’t trip” Devil in back say “empty the clip” (yeah) [Chorus] Idle death gamble, chips on the table Life on the line, I’m callin’ it fatal All of these sins, stackin’ like cables Pray for my soul, I play with the angels Idle death gamble, pockets unstable Gun in the drawer, cross on the label Talk to the dark, dance with the halo Either I’m rich, or I die at the table [Verse 3 – Musicality] They said I’m cursed, I said I’m chosen Heart still hurtin’, face stay frozen Ink on my arms, that’s pain I’m exposin’ Still take aim if the door ain’t open Back of the church, that’s row five Still smell smoke in my clothes when I cry Hands in the air, that’s praise or a crime Judge can’t tell, he just readin’ my time Look in my eyes, you see bets Look at my life, you see debt Bullet or Bible, what’s next Circle of rivals, I’m blessed If I gotta go, let me go with the family (family) Neck on glow, but the soul feel anemic (cold) One more roll, if I win they believe me Lose that throw, then the choir gon’ sing me (amen) [Chorus] Idle death gamble, chips on the table Life on the line, I’m callin’ it fatal All of these sins, stackin’ like cables Pray for my soul, I play with the angels Idle death gamble, pockets unstable Gun in the drawer, cross on the label Talk to the dark, dance with the halo Either I
Tags
rap, Aggressive trap beat with detuned bell loop, snarling 808s, and crisp hi-hats; three male vocals: gritty main, raspy hype, and smooth-but-menacing guest. Verses spit double-time pockets, hook opens into a chant with stacked gang vocals and heavy stereo ad-libs. Occasional bass drops and tape-stop effects heighten bar punches; mix keeps vocal upfront and raw., hardcore, beats
Duration
3:02
Instrumental
No
Created
3/20/2026