

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah Uh Liam my— (Liam my shooter) [Chorus] Liam my shooter He don’t miss rumors He just move sooner Mask on, slick mover Backblock tutor Raised by the corner City get lunar Night shift bloomer Liam my shooter [Verse 1] Met him by the bodega, hoodie low, eyes colder Fist on the handle of the door, other hand on his shoulder Said, “If you ride, then ride, no flinch, no fold over” I was just a kid with a chip and a chipped molar He taught me how to spot the plain clothes in fly sneakers How the fake tough talkers always turn quiet speakers “Trust the pattern, never panic when the street tweak us” Walked through storms like Sunday suit, couldn’t crease us Stacking in a shoebox under ma’s old heater He said, “Don’t show teeth, just grin when you feel cheaper” Whole block whisper his name like a bad fever I just call him when it’s hot, he make it all neater (skrrt) [Chorus] Liam my shooter He don’t miss rumors He just move sooner Mask on, slick mover Backblock tutor Raised by the corner City get lunar Night shift bloomer Liam my shooter [Verse 2] Late night hallway, chipped paint, blue lights lurk He lean on the railing, says, “This pain still work” Told me every scar is a line on a old ledger “Keep your word heavier than any gold measure” Seen him air out tension with a stare, not steel He can press pause on a problem just off feel Once saved me from a play that was set up to peel Pulled me back, said, “Family, that’s how revenge kill” We split plates, split pockets, split cab fares He carry sins on his back like it’s last wears I pray he see something bigger than these cracked stairs But if it’s war, best believe that he right there (right there) [Chorus] Liam my shooter He don’t miss rumors He just move sooner Mask on, slick mover Backblock tutor Raised by the corner City get lunar Night shift bloomer Liam my shooter [Bridge] Who gon’ ride when the sky turn gray? (huh?) Who gon’ slide when the talk turn prey? (yeah) Whole world quiet when I call his name Liam pull up, and it all get sane [Chorus] Liam my shooter He don’t miss rumors He just move sooner Mask on, slick mover Backblock tutor Raised by the corner City get lunar Night shift bloomer Liam my shooter
Tags
rap, Dark NYC drill-rap meets moody trap-house hybrid: sliding 808s, skittering hi-hats, warped vocal chops. Verses in a cold, tight pocket with aggressive male vocals; chorus explodes with stacked call-and-response chants and a relentless four-on-the-floor undercurrent. Sparse piano stabs and siren FX ride the edges, leaving space for ad-libs and heavy sub pressure., drill, hip hop
2:31
No
2/2/2026