Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Parklea yards housing real boys tatted teardrops never fake noise 187 inked on a jawline grin every handshake stiff every stare pure sin My brother 786501 burnt in my brain like a barcode done he was running that pod had the whole unit spun walk the blue line like a tightrope cut COs looking straight through every time we erupt [Chorus] Parklea pressure this that real boys rage 786501 locked inside that cage Fights break out screws just stare at the war Blood dripping on the lino pooling red on the floor Parklea pressure you can taste that hate 187 on the skin like a stamped out fate Fists fly first then the kicks, then more Blood dripping on the lino we been here before [Verse 2] Phones in the vent whispers in the yard every kite that lands turns a soft kid hard O.G.s seated on a torn-out bench young dogs circle with that cutlery stench Screws play statues while the shanks go flash call bell ringing like a laugh track back Sirens too late mop bucket too small for the river from his eyebrow painting that wall [Bridge] Say a number, not a name (what you in for?) different story, same blame (we were kids before) Parklea nights teach a heart to rot raw blood drying brown on that cold grey floor [Chorus] Parklea pressure this that real boys rage 786501 locked inside that cage Fights break out screws just stare at the war Blood dripping on the lino pooling red on the floor Parklea pressure you can taste that hate 187 on the skin like a stamped out fate Fists fly first then the kicks, then more Blood dripping on the lino we been here before
Tags
rap, Aggressive Australian drill-rap beat, distorted 808s and sharp hi-hats. Verses spit in double-time pockets, raw male vocals with a gravel edge; hook explodes with gang chants and stacked shouts. Dark synth stabs and siren risers, beat drops out for key lines then slams back in heavy.
Duration
1:54
Instrumental
No
Created
2/10/2026