

Prompt / Lyrics
[jamaican male rapper]One shell away from bein laid down Im hearin whispers in the wind But I can’t make um out Cuz a thousand thousands tellin me something else On a one way mission and I might not make it back Fish tailin full of ambition This thug tradition- Never cease to surprise me Cuz I was raised in the mix Caught up in the violence They gettin killed for they kicks Bloody knuckles my hustle never buckles So knuckle up So Get down or be frowned Cuz We Ain’t Got Time for muthafuckin clowns (no what I’m sayin) I’ll catch you on the rebound In the clouds (“Smokin doja”) We on the run from the rollas Smokin doja Not giving aaaa fuck “That’s what’s up !” [Chorus urban Jamaican male vocals] We in the jungle lookin for trouble Do you wanna see/see what my gun do Come here come close to see how we west coast Killaaaaa California [Verse] [Pre Chorus] A couple birds in my hand I’m the man Do you understand this is all part of the plan A hundred grand Got me feeling lovely Sippin bubbly Ain’t nothing but the thug in me(I know you love me) Up early in the morning on a mission to ball Anybody in my way gettin they brains on the wall Ain’t playing little homies We on some thug shit Gone off a fifth ready to fuck my bitch So stay out the way if you ain’t ready to put a muthafucka in the grave West side killa Cali-fornia Find your ass dripping on the corner
Tags
West coast rap, gangster, Chicano style, deep bass, urban black male vocals, slow tempo,blues
5:09
No
10/24/2025