Track · Mar 27, 2026 · English

Make It 36

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1:29

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English

Lyrics

[Chorus]

I got that wild style

always been a foul child

my guns go boom-boom

yo gun go pow-pow

Body count thirty-five

boy, don’t make it thirty-six

You ain’t built for this

you ain’t built for this (nah)

[Verse 1]

Came up in halls

where the lockers had rust on ’em

Judge knew my name

way before the cap and gown moment

Mama said pray

I was loading up, roaming

Heart like winter

eyes stayed frozen

Dice on the floor

whole rent on one toss

Friends in the dirt now

names that I don’t cross

Talk tough, boy?

that’s a bad little hobby

We turn threats into chalk

turn chalk into bodies

[Chorus]

I got that wild style

always been a foul child

my guns go boom-boom

yo gun go pow-pow

Body count thirty-five

boy, don’t make it thirty-six

You ain’t built for this

you ain’t built for this (yeah)

[Verse 2]

Mask on tight

but the city still know me

Posted on the corner

turn that block to a trophy

You just type in caps

all cap, that’s your lane

We wrote whole stories

in shell cases and spray paint

Heart black, beat fast

when the door creak

Eyes red, sleep light

I ain’t slept all week

You wanna test?

Better study my past first

’Cause every wrong move

put a name on my last shirt

[Chorus]

I got that wild style

always been a foul child

my guns go boom-boom

yo gun go pow-pow

Body count thirty-five

boy, don’t make it thirty-six

You ain’t built for this

you ain’t built for this (uh)

Body count thirty-five

boy, don’t make it thirty-six

Step wrong one time

you get scratched off the list

Style

rapgritty east coast hip-hop with swung drums and thick bassmale vocals. verse rides close-mic and conversational over a sparse loopthen chorus opens with stacked gang vocals and a roughshouted hook. occasional vinyl crackle and distant siren textures; subtle pitch-shifted ad-libs punctuate punchlines. final chorus pushes the energy with extra harmonies and a rising filter sweep on the sample.hip hopenglish

Prompt

I got that wild style, always been a foul child, my guns go boom boom yo gun go pow pow, my body counts 35 boy dont make it 36, rap, hip hop

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GeneratedMar 27, 2026

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