Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] All cars backed out Smoke creepin' out the mouth Black fit, black plates I don’t ever take the scenic route Low brim, cold stare Whole block feel the air shift If you cross that road wrong You gon’ end up on a short list Metal on the seat Got the city in my rearview Chuckin’ up the set Even angels lookin’ scared too [Chorus] All black, backed out, rollin' through the concrete jungle Looking for the trouble, I don’t ever duck the struggle (nah) Don’t cross roads with them, they don’t move subtle Bass hit hard, whole world start to crumble All black, backed out, rollin' through the concrete jungle Eyes on blood, every handshake got a muzzle Don’t cross roads with them, we born in the rumble Step in our lane, get pressed, get humbled (yeah) [Verse 2] Engine talk low Whole hood know the sound now If the lights flash once Then somebody gettin’ laid down Hard head, scarred knuckles I ain’t grew up in a safe zone Mama prayed over me While I learned to make my face stone Ten toes, steel nerves Every corner got a bad tale You either ride with the pack Or you end up with a tag, pale [Chorus] All black, backed out, rollin' through the concrete jungle Looking for the trouble, I don’t ever duck the struggle Don’t cross roads with them, they don’t move subtle Bass hit hard, whole world start to crumble All black, backed out, rollin' through the concrete jungle Eyes on blood, every handshake got a muzzle Don’t cross roads with them, we born in the rumble Step in our lane, get pressed, get humbled (humbled)
Tags
rap, Aggressive underground hip-hop banger with male vocals, distorted 808 bass and grimy drum programming. Verses sit in a tight, menacing pocket with detuned bells and eerie pads; hook explodes with stacked gang chants and clipped vocal chops. Sparse, gritty textures leave space for an in-your-face lead vocal, then a short, glitched-out breakdown before the final chorus., beats, jungle, hip hop, hardcore
Duration
2:13
Instrumental
No
Created
4/13/2026