Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Southside
(uh)
Look
[Verse 1]
Shorty got a pipe in a baby bag
Auntie think it's bottles, I just laugh
Whole hood fried, lil’ homie crash
Face on a hoodie, fresh new tag
Late night creepin’ by the corner store
Opps in the window, we at the back door
Grandma prayin’ while we track that car
Bible on the dresser, next to the AR
Cold in my chest, heart like January
Judge gave brody calendars to carry
Mama in the county line, eyes all red
I was in the hallway countin’ up bread (yeah)
[Chorus]
Got frost on my veins, no love (no love)
Whole block too numb to trust (too numb)
If it ain’t about a play, hush up (shh)
If it ain’t about revenge, then what? (then what?)
Southside frostbite, teeth go click
Eyes on the bag and the opps we pick
Life on edge, can’t slip, can’t flinch
Pray you never feel that Midwest pinch (brrt, bow)
[Verse 2]
Bros turned ghosts in a two-door whip
One wrong move, then the whole frame flip
Gun smoke stick in the brand new drip
Blood on the laces, can’t wipe that slick
Phone still ping from a blocked ID
Rumors in the air, that’s a dead IP
Talk too loud, you gon’ feed that feed
Click one link, that’s a R.I.P.
City on fire in a blizzard storm
We was in the alley when a killer born
Teacher said “change,” I was already torn
School bell ring, I just tucked that torch (skrrt)
[Chorus]
Got frost on my veins, no love (no love)
Whole block too numb to trust (too numb)
If it ain’t about a play, hush up (quiet)
If it ain’t about revenge, then what? (then what?)
Southside frostbite, teeth go click
Eyes on the bag and the opps we pick
Life on edge, can’t slip, can’t flinch
Pray you never feel that Midwest pinch (brrt, bow)
[Bridge]
Every night gamble, same two sides
Casket or a chain, what you gon’ buy? (huh?)
Heard they want smoke, let the snow fall quiet
Car door crack, whole world go silent (shh)
[Chorus]
Got frost on my veins, no love (no love)
Whole block too numb to trust (too numb)
If it ain’t about a play, hush up (hush)
If it ain’t about revenge, then what? (then what?)
Southside frostbite, teeth go click
Eyes on the bag and the opps we pick
Life on edge, can’t slip, can’t flinch
Pray you never feel that Midwest pinch (brrt, bow, bow)
Style
rapdark chicago drill club banger with icy staccato piano over sliding sub-bass and tight trap percussion. male vocalssnarling cadencead-libs tucked just behind the lead. verses stay minimal and tense; hook explodes with stacked chantsdistorted doublesand a pumping sidechain feel. modernhard-edged mix with heavy low end and crisp hats slicing through.hip hopdrillraw
Prompt
Dark Chicago drill, aggressive piano beat, sliding 808s, raw street storytelling, gritty cadence, menacing hooks, ad-libs, vivid bars, cold energy, modern mix, club-ready banger, rap, trap, hip hop
Credits
Prompt by
izayah
izayahGeneratedJan 31, 2026
ModelAria v5
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