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[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]
Details
GeneratedJan 9, 2026
Duration2:29
LanguageEnglish
Style
Silky trapsoul R&B with male vocals, warm Rhodes and subtle guitar swells over a deep, lazy groove gangster trapsoul
Credits
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Diavunie_DameO
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