Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] [crowd murmur, distant trash talk] Line ‘em up Bones on the table Big talk Big pot on the label (yeah) [Verse 1] We nuh play small fry, this a street crown Big stack, big brag when the beat drown Domino click, whole yard get tense One wrong drop, that’s dollars in cents Kings in the corner, queens in the shade Shot caller watching every move that you made Side eye, side bet, hand on chin You can read face, but can you read win? [Chorus] Last man standing, slam that stone One-fifty in the middle, that’s throne Kings and queens in the war zone now Talk get loud when the score goes down Last man standing, don’t blink, don’t fold Big brag rights and a fist full gold Whole crew wild when the champ get crowned If you ain’t ready, better back that down (hey!) [Verse 2] Table like ring, this a title fight Smack talk slice through the island night “Six love” echo when the run get cruel Laugh turn hush when you turn that mule Lean back, smile like you planned that Flip one tile, change whole damn hand track Friend turn foe for the prize and the fame But we still link up, just remember the name [Chorus] Last man standing, slam that stone One-fifty in the middle, that’s throne Kings and queens in the war zone now Talk get loud when the score goes down Last man standing, don’t blink, don’t fold Big brag rights and a fist full gold Whole crew wild when the champ get crowned If you ain’t ready, better back that down (woah) [Bridge] Who next up? Drop seat, slide in Big heart, small luck? We find out when you ride in Every slap on the board feel fatal Whole yard watching this table Pray your hand match all that chat ‘Cause once it drop, cyaan take back [Chorus] Last man standing, slam that stone One-fifty in the middle, that’s throne Kings and queens in the war zone now Talk get loud when the score goes down Last man standing, don’t blink, don’t fold Big brag rights and a fist full gold Whole crew wild when the champ get crowned If you ain’t ready, better back that down (last man)
Tags
rap, Dark, dancehall-infused trap beat with heavy subs and sharp snares; male vocals riding a confident mid-tempo pocket. Hook explodes with stacked chants and crowd shouts, verses stay lean and punchy with space for ad-libs. Occasional siren FX and filtered drops before the hook to hype the competition vibe., hip hop
Duration
2:28
Instrumental
No
Created
4/1/2026