[Intro – No drums | Reversed piano loop | Ambient sounds]
(whispered)
Yeah…
He talked too much.
Now it’s quiet.
No remorse…
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[Verse 1 – 808s drop | Minimal trap beat | Dark piano stays looped]
Midnight ride, black hoodie, no plates,
Pulled up slow, masked up, no face.
Wasn’t personal — ’til he ran that mouth,
Now he outlined in chalk in the dirty South.
Grew up with him, broke bread, shared rooms,
But greed make a man plant his own doom.
He crossed lines that you don’t uncross,
Now his name on a tee, and I feel no loss.
(hi-hats get sharper – slight buildup)
City cold, you survive or you slide,
I ain’t Jesus, I don’t turn no side.
Gotta move like ghost, no slip, no tell,
If the feds knock, I’ma rot ‘fore I yell.
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[Hook – Melody layered w/ eerie vocal sample | Chorus layered synth]
One shot, two shots — silence the noise,
This ain’t a game, we ain’t playin’ with toys.
Murder in my eyes, I don’t feel no grief,
Live by the code or you die in the street.
(808 slides deepen, echo FX)
No remorse…
No regrets…
He played with fire — now he laid to rest.
No remorse…
No rewind…
I did what I did, and I stand on mine.
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[Verse 2 – Beat stripped down first 2 bars, then kicks back in]
Cops askin’ questions, I don’t know that name,
I was in the booth tryna cook propane.
Life turned me numb, I don’t cry, I plot,
You only feel guilt when you fear gettin’ caught.
(Snare reverb fades in)
He snitched, he flipped, he chose that fate,
I just played judge with a steel .38.
Ain’t no threats, I deliver in full,
Now his crew pour shots, but I’m still too cool.
(Beat intensifies slightly, vocal sample behind)
Blood on the leaves, devil in my mirror,
Every kill make the reaper come nearer.
But I ain’t scared, I made peace with hell,
You can’t break a soul that done broke itself.
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[Hook – Repeated with more FX layering | Let 808 ride longer on last bar]
One shot, two shots — silence the noise,
This ain’t a game, we ain’t playin’ with toys.
Murder in my eyes, I don’t feel no grief,
Live by the code or you die in the street.
No remorse…
No regrets…
He played with fire — now he laid to rest.
No remorse…
No rewind…
I did what I did, and I stand on mine.
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[Outro – No drums | Just piano loop fading out]
(spoken slow)
Sleep like a king with a gun by the bed…
Ain’t no voices — just silence and red.
Tell the judge I don’t need no plea…
Tell God…
He gon’ have to come find me.
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