[Verse]
Step to the block, my kicks scuff with malice,
Pockets on bulge, kinda looking like a palace,
Chains clink louder than a busted old magnum,
In the deep end swimmin' with sharks, no tandem.
[Verse 2]
Concrete jungle, my throne is granite,
Drill mindsets, got the block in a panic,
Whip sounding filthy, bass coughing up dirt,
Speakers tryna hurl, sub choking on hurt.
[Chorus]
Bass drop sicker, it’s spewing disease,
Pressure in the rhythm got you buckling knees,
808s lurking, they prowl then attack,
Every beat a knife, slashing deep in your back.
[Verse 3]
Palms itch heavy, gripping metal like a vise,
King Cobra attitude, spittin venom so precise,
Gangster lullabies, make the weak comatose,
Every word a shiv, cutting deeper than prose.
[Bridge]
Walls start shaking when this beast gets unleashed,
Wrecking balls in your chest, temps increased,
Sweat drips acid, venom in the veins,
Soundtrack of the dirt, flooding gritty lanes.
[Chorus]
Bass drop sicker, it’s spewing disease,
Pressure in the rhythm got you buckling knees,
808s lurking, they prowl then attack,
Every beat a knife, slashing deep in your back.