Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Hitkingz, I am a real dope boi from the South Heavy chevys with the brains blowed out Long money out the dope hole Hit kingz, bitch, EO El Deoblo [Verse 1] Candy paint drip slow Whip sit high, but my eyes stay low Mama on the knees, say a prayer for my soul I was in the kitchen tryna turn it into gold Corner store lights, I was posted by the door Every lil knock, that’s another bankroll Dreams in a shoebox, stash in the floor If they flip the house, they won’t find what I know [Chorus] Hitkingz, I am a real dope boi from the South Heavy chevys with the brains blowed out Long money out the dope hole Hit kingz, bitch, EO El Deoblo Hitkingz, I am a real dope boi from the South Heavy chevys with the brains blowed out Long money out the dope hole Hit kingz, bitch, EO El Deoblo [Verse 2] [low vocal register] Judge wanna see me, cops wanna bleed me Preacher say the streets gon’ leave me in pieces But the block gave love when the world ain’t see me So I keep a lil flame for the nights I was freezing [call-and-response choir] “Lord, have mercy” I was riding dirty, still you never desert me “Guide that boy” Through the smoke, through the noise, through the envy and the void [Chorus] [Bridge] [gospel 4-part harmony] If I die tonight, let the choir sing loud for me Put my name in the sky, not the ground for me Every scar on my skin, that’s a crown on me Hit kingz, hit kingz, they can’t drown on me [Chorus]
Tags
Silky trapsoul R&B with male vocals, warm Rhodes and subtle guitar swells over a deep, lazy groove gangster trapsoul
Duration
2:29
Instrumental
No
Created
1/9/2026