

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] 1% patch on the leather, that’s family Pagan on the back, that’s blasphemy to ’em, but it’s sanity Quarter brick, half brick, we were tryna stack a canopy Whole hood talkin’ like we vanity, they mad at me Coke dust on the scale, fingerprints on the Pyrex Mama think I’m at work, really I’m duckin’ side bets Me and bro drive circles round the narcs on side streets Still hear that judge in my head talkin’ ’bout my time sheet Five years hangin’ on my neck like a pendant Public defender lookin’ at me like, “You did it, just admit it” I ain’t fold, but the fear hit different in them hallways Concrete cold, I been livin’ like it’s always [Chorus] Lookin’ at five years in the rearview State time in my blinds when I clear through Me and my brother, we bled for a breakthrough Hustle so hard that the law wanna claim you We made a name off the late-night runs Dirty hands, heavy heart, that’s the weight of these funds If they lock me, tell the hood I ain’t change none Coke money made me, but it might take what I’ve done [Verse 2] Phone tap paranoia, talkin’ in abbreviations Whole block sick, everybody need a mediation Bro said, “One more turn, we can exit this rotation” Same night sirens sang, felt the walls vibratin’ I seen homies turn state for a steak and a handshake Seen lifers in they 20s off one bad intake Gang ink, cold drink, tryin’ not to overthink Lawyer said “plea,” heart sank in the kitchen sink Mama prayin’ candles down to the wick stub I’m in a Crown Vic, cuffed, smellin’ steel and sick gloves If I go down, keep my cutty on the payroll Tell my little nephew this the price of them pesos [Chorus] Lookin’ at five years in the rearview State time in my blinds when I clear through Me and my brother, we bled for a breakthrough Hustle so hard that the law wanna claim you We made a name off the late-night runs Dirty hands, heavy heart, that’s the weight of these funds If they lock me, tell the hood I ain’t change none Coke money made me, but it might take what I’ve done [Bridge] Is it worth this badge on the vest, all this pressure on my chest (yeah) All this cash in the dresser can’t buy back rest Judge read numbers, I just stare at the floor Swear I hear that gavel every time I close doors [Chorus] Lookin’ at five years in the rearview State time in my blinds when I clear through Me and my brother, we bled for a breakthrough Hustle so hard that the law wanna claim you We made a name off the late-night runs Dirty hands, heavy heart, that’s the weight of these funds If they lock me, tell the hood I ain’t change none Coke money made me, but it might take what I’ve done
Tags
rap, Dark, cinematic gangsta rap with heavy West Coast percussion, menacing subs, and eerie synth pads. Verses ride a mid-tempo pocket, close-mic male vocals, raw and conversational. Hook explodes with layered chants and shouted ad-libs. Occasional chopped vocal stabs between lines; mix feels claustrophobic, like late-night car rides past county lockup.
2:47
No
2/9/2026