

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah You had your turn Now get the fuck out the way (skrrt) Uh [Verse 1] I came up Cracked paint on the hallway walls Eviction on the door Mama prayin’ through the calls You was outside Watchin’ while they raid our block Got rich off pain Turned our hunger into stock You talk “codes” But you snitched when the cuffs got tight We talk “foes” Then we spin, make it all turn quiet You shake hands With the suits that erased our names We made plans Now we here, time to switch that chain [Chorus] Old guard, fuck off, stand down (stand down) New guard in, we run this town (run it) You had crumbs, we takin’ the crown (give me that) Talk slick once, get laid in the ground (bitch) Old guard, fuck off, stand down (back up) You too soft to be wearin’ that crown (uh-uh) We got codes you could never write down (never) New guard in, better bow right now (bow down) [Verse 2] You threw stones From them condos above my hood We threw chrome Out the window when it got too good You kissed rings On the hands that denied our bail I kiss steel Then I slide, make the ops turn pale I don’t pray To the ghosts of your dead-ass crew Half y’all flipped Other half, we already ran through You had next ’Til a queen came to tax that shit We take checks Off the bricks that you thought you flipped [Chorus] Old guard, fuck off, stand down (get gone) New guard in, we run this town (we run) You had crumbs, we takin’ the crown (takin’ it) Talk slick once, get laid in the ground (lay down) Old guard, fuck off, stand down (fuck off) You too soft to be wearin’ that crown (too soft) We got codes you could never write down (never) New guard in, better bow right now (bow down) [Bridge] I ain’t your lil’ sis I’m the boss you fear Say my name wrong And you might not see next year All that fake war talk We don’t hear that here We just load up quick Then we make you disappear (bye) [Chorus] Old guard, fuck off, stand down (stand down) New guard in, we run this town (run it) You had crumbs, we takin’ the crown (yeah) Talk slick once, get laid in the ground (pow) Old guard, fuck off, stand down (fuck off) You too soft to be wearin’ that crown (too soft) We got codes you could never write down (nah) New guard in, better bow right now (bow down)
Tags
rap, Hard-edged urban R&B with trap drums, moody minor-key piano stabs, and deep sub bass. Female vocals switch between smoky, melodic hooks and sharp double-time rap. Ad-libs stack on the back half of each chorus; second verse adds distant siren FX and menacing strings. Big, clipped drops into each hook for maximum impact; mix pushes vocal right up front, aggressive and unapologetic., r&b
3:07
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4/6/2026