Beauty & The Beast

[Intro]
She a beauty, I’m a beast
From the west side to the east (yeah)
Two worlds
One street
[Verse 1]
Shorty from the Heights, bag matchin’ her eyeliner
Walk in, whole room leanin’ toward her like a highlighter
I’m from where they double lock the doors and keep the blinds tighter
Heart cold, hoodie up, mind on a time prior
She sip spritzers, I sip trouble
She speak soft, my words rumble (grr)
She post art, I post struggle
Still we locked in, puzzle
[Chorus]
Beauty and the beast on the same block
Pretty little halo on a face that shock
I’m the one they warn you never bring back home
But you still slide through when you all alone
Beauty and the beast, this that wrong-right love
Red on your lips, mine from fight night blood
You see the good in the worst of me
You the only one touchin’ the hurt in me (yeah)
[Verse 2]
You pull up in cream, I’m in black all day
You talk dreams, I say "that don’t pay"
You light incense, I light my pain
Same city, two sides of the train
You like flowers in a thrift-store vase
I like cash in a pillowcase
But when your hand wrap ’round my scars
Every bad thing feel so far
[Chorus]
Beauty and the beast on the same block
Pretty little halo on a face that shock
I’m the one they warn you never bring back home
But you still slide through when you all alone
Beauty and the beast, this that wrong-right love
Red on your lips, mine from fight night blood
You see the good in the worst of me
You the only one touchin’ the hurt in me (oh)
[Bridge]
If I change, do I lose my edge?
If I stay the same, do I lose your head?
You say, "Boy, you more than the war you survived"
Kiss my knuckles, say, "You still alive"
[Chorus]
Beauty and the beast on the same block
Pretty little halo on a face that shock
I’m the one they warn you never bring back home
But you still slide through when you all alone
Beauty and the beast, this that wrong-right love
Red on your lips, mine from fight night blood
You hold me tight when the streets won’t speak
You and me forever,
beauty and the beast (yeah)

rap, NYC drill meets glossy pop-rap: detuned bells, sliding 808s, tight hi-hat rolls, and punchy snares. Hook leans melodic with stacked female vocals and airy pads; verses switch to clipped rap cadences over darker synth stabs. Beat breathes in the pre-chorus, then slams back in on the drop., drill, hip hop, pop