Liam My Shooter

[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

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