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Lyrics
[Intro]
Skrrt off
Backblock sermons
Whole block burnin'
(Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Fast life, talk quick
Half brick in a Jansport, walk slick
Shorty got a pole in the stroller
Lil man reach wrong, that’s a coffin in order
Phone ring, that’s pressure
Whole zip flip once, that’s extra
I was in a trap house, air so thick
You could write my name on the vent with your fist
Big homie said "slide then"
Mask down, same block we was raised in
I was just a kid on the corner with a juice
Now I’m countin’ ten bands where they lit the candles for the troops
Heart cold, I ain’t blink since
Mama say pray, but the safe need cents
Hit the backdoor, hoodie up, no pics
I ain’t tryna be a mural on the bricks
[Chorus]
I came from the backblocks, backblocks
Where it’s gunshots, padlocks
Whole hood on the same watch
Tick tick, time stop when the van stop (skrrt)
Fast rap, but the past still slow
Every name on a tee, that’s a halo
I don’t ever talk on a payphone
I just spin, double back, then I lay low
I came from the backblocks, backblocks
Turn pain into payroll, mad props
If you ain’t from here, better stay gone
‘Fore we turn your GPS into gravestones
[Verse 2]
Talk tough, get your jaw wired
I done seen real kings turn small-time
I done seen small fries turn big dogs
Off one wrong lick in a brick loft
Two phones, one ring for the re-up
One ring, that’s court day, feet up
Judge tryna read me my life like a script
But they never seen the sirens on my side of the ditch
Shorty thirteen with a big frame
Whole clip hang like a keychain
He ain’t tryna hoop, he just need aim
Cuz the opps down the street know his big name
I don’t ever sleep, just doze off
In the back of a car with the roof off
Thinkin’ ‘bout the homies that ain’t breathe right
Now my tears dry hard like street ice
[Chorus]
I came from the backblocks, backblocks
Where it’s gunshots, padlocks
Whole hood on the same watch
Tick tick, time stop when the van stop (yeah)
Fast rap, but the past still slow
Every name on a tee, that’s a halo
I don’t ever talk on a payphone
I just spin, double back, then I lay low
I came from the backblocks, backblocks
Turn pain into payroll, mad props
If you ain’t from here, better stay gone
‘Fore we turn your GPS into gravestones
[Bridge]
Head down when the siren sing (woo)
Bread up but I’m buyin’ wings
Whole menu full of fallen kings
This my life, not a viral thing
[Chorus]
I came from the backblocks, backblocks
Where it’s gunshots, padlocks
Whole hood on the same watch
Tick tick, time stop when the van stop
Fast rap, but the past still slow
Every name on a tee, that’s a halo
I don’t ever talk on a payphone
I just spin, double back, then I lay low
Details
GeneratedJan 24, 2026
Duration2:40
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dark Chicago drill-era beat, male vocals; sub-heavy bass and skittering trap hats, clipped snare cracks and eerie bell loop. Verses delivered in a breathless double-time flow, stabbed ad-libs panned wide. Hook opens with stacked gang vocals and a detuned synth line; 808 glides bend into the ends of phrases for extra menace. Overall mix aggressive and upfront, minimal reverb, vocal riding just above the drums., drill
Credits
Prompt by
JohnieWaka
JohnieWakaModelAria v5
Prompt
Bass fast rap
Aggressively
Chicago drill era 2012 flow, rap, trap
