Peralta Season

[Intro]
Yeah
DJ Peralta
Run it back one time (hey!)
[Verse 1]
Walk in, head high, that’s Peralta season
Came from the quiet, now the crowd got a reason
Used to flip coins just to ride all evening
Now the ride push start, I don’t even see keys in
Phone keep ringing, they just wanna tap in
City on my shoulders but it feel like fashion
Mama said “pray,” I was out here crashing
Now I talk to God while the numbers keep flashing
[Chorus]
Peralta season, turn the speakers up
All these hands in the air when the beat erupt
From the back to the front, they believe in us (yeah)
Say my name, say my name, they repeat it once
Peralta season, we don’t ever bluff
Turn the pain into flame, that’s a different rush
From the ground to the crown, that’s a deeper cut
Peralta, Peralta, they can’t get enough (oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
Came from the side roads, heart full of pot holes
Now I park front row, pockets on “told you so”
Hate in the comments, love in the convo
Boss of my fate, I don’t move off a “might go”
Whole crew locked in, that’s a code, that’s a contract
If I eat, they eat, we don’t talk, we just prove facts
Used to dream small, now the plan on IMAX
Face on the flyer, lil’ bro say “We past that?” (woo)
[Chorus]
Peralta season, turn the speakers up
All these hands in the air when the beat erupt
From the back to the front, they believe in us (yeah)
Say my name, say my name, they repeat it once
Peralta season, we don’t ever bluff
Turn the pain into flame, that’s a different rush
From the ground to the crown, that’s a deeper cut
Peralta, Peralta, they can’t get enough

rap, Moody trap club banger built on detuned bells, sliding 808s, and crisp hi-hats. Male vocals, tight doubled leads on the hook, ad-libs tucked in the sides. First verse laid-back and conversational, second verse more aggressive with rapid pockets. Chorus big and chantable, low synth choir underlining the title line, subtle risers into each hook., hip hop