Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] First get ah hood Then you get the power Then you get the money Every single hour (yeah) [Verse 1] First get ah hood Post up, learn them routes Seen that boy since childhood Now he callin’ out for clout Get ah tana bitch She gon’ ride when it get foul She the one who stash the stick When they circle ’round the house Blue flag on the dashboard Blue rag on the right side Every loss, we ask for more Turn the pain into a drive Eastside on my shoulders Eastside on my fit If it bang for Santana Then I’m standin’ in that mix [Chorus] That’s Santana block shit Eastside neva quit If it’s pressure, we on it We ain’t runnin’ from a hit First the hood, then the power Then the money every hour Got a tana by my hip She got my back through every shower That’s Santana block shit Eastside neva quit [Verse 2] All them cold summers Turned my heart into a stone Homies turned numbers Still they name in every phone Paint on the curb Same color as the drip Whole section on alert If you stare, you getting flipped Mama prayin’ in the kitchen Say she tired of the beef I’m just tryna feed my children But the streets don’t ever sleep If you speak on my circle Better speak on what we built From the dirt, from the hurdles From the blood we had to spill [Chorus]
Tags
rap, Hard West Coast street rap, male vocals. Skipping hi-hats and heavy swung drums under a snarling bass line. Verses stay close and conversational, slight slapback on ad-libs. Hook goes wide with stacked gang vocals, siren-like synth stabs, and a clipped breakdown before the last bar hits.
Duration
1:44
Instrumental
No
Created
1/9/2026