Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Six seven (get nine elevened) Talk cute online get life lessoned [Verse 1] Y’all weird kids typing like you glitching Every word flipped twice just to sound different Whole feed full of cap filters and addictions Act tough in the chat cry quiet in the kitchen You don’t talk, you bark in abbreviations Every bar you quote just an imitation I’m from “say it with your chest” not your animations You from “spam another meme” and call it conversation You say “on God” then lie in the same breath You say “no cap” whole story straight stretched You say “it’s giving” I’m giving y’all stress You say “I’m him” till you see real threats [Chorus] Six seven, bitch get nine elevened This that grown man smoke you ain’t ready for the tension All that lil slang get checked, get corrected Old soul talk new school get disrespected Six seven, bitch get nine elevened Every dumb catchphrase here’s your final intervention Run your mouth slick that’s a death wish sentence Old code, big fist new kid, get lessoned (hey!) [Verse 2] You don’t even got a thought you just remix trends New word every week then it’s dead by the weekend You don’t read, don’t write you just scroll and pretend Whole brain in your phone no spine to defend You call that a “vibe” I call it pathetic You call that a “flex” I call it synthetic You calling each other “bro” then snake for aesthetics All that “big energy” tiny in the metrics Back then, talk slick you were liable to bleed Now you type a tough thread then you cry in the feed I don’t argue in the comments I just silence a seed You a “main character” online then a ghost on the street [Chorus] Six seven, bitch get nine elevened This that grown man smoke you ain’t ready for the tension All that lil slang get checked, get corrected Old soul talk new school get disrespected Six seven, bitch get nine elevened Every dumb catchphrase here’s your final intervention Run your mouth slick that’s a death wish sentence Old code, big fist new kid, get lessoned
Tags
rap, Aggressive underground hip-hop: grimy boom-bap drums, distorted 808 bass, eerie chopped vocal stabs. Male vocals with a raw, gravelly delivery; verses stay tight and punchy with double-time pockets. Hook explodes with gang-style shouts and layered ad-libs, sparse synths accent the threats. Overall energy climbs from simmering contempt to full-blown verbal assault.
Duration
2:09
Instrumental
No
Created
3/23/2026