

Prompt / Lyrics
[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
Tags
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
2:30
No
4/7/2026