Night Shift on the Southside

[Intro]
Cold wind
Brick walls
Same block
New calls (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Night shift on the southside
Hoodie up, eyes wide, I don't trust time
Fast cash, black bag on the front seat
Two phones, one ring when the plug speak
Old heads say I'm moving like a ghost now
Whole crew got stripes, never toast loud
Blue lights flash, take a left through the back way
Shorty pray I come home from the cash play
[Chorus]
This that gangsta gospel, whispered in the hallway (hallway)
Money on the table, demons in the doorway
If I die tonight, bury me in all black
I been tryna change, but the streets keep callin' back
Streets keep callin' back (yeah)
Streets keep callin' back
If I die tonight, bury me in all black
I been tryna leave, but the streets keep callin' back
[Verse 2]
Gun smoke stainin' up the gray tee
Judge wanna hang me, system tryna cage me
Mama in the kitchen with the hands up
Church on Sunday, but the devil got my plans stuck
Tires peel off when the rage hit
Bro died, I ain't been the same since
Count scars like cash in the late night
Last pray, last text on the same night
[Chorus]
This that gangsta gospel, whispered in the hallway (hallway)
Money on the table, demons in the doorway
If I die tonight, bury me in all black
I been tryna change, but the streets keep callin' back
Streets keep callin' back (woah)
Streets keep callin' back
If I die tonight, bury me in all black
I been tryna leave, but the streets keep callin' back

rap, Dusty boom bap drums glued to a dark trap low-end, eerie chopped vocal samples drifting in the background. Verses ride a headnod pocket with sharp, punchy male vocals; ad‑libs tucked wide in the stereo field. Hook explodes with layered call‑and‑response chants and a detuned synth line doubling the melody, then drops back into tense, minimal grooves on the verses., hip hop