Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Hoodie up Eyes red, jaw tight Whole block look Like it’s midnight Graveyard shift In this dead-end town Sirens sing When the sun go down (yeah) [Verse 1] Four deep, same ride, no tags Ashtray full, whole crew in a haze Knock on the door, one blink, that’s raid Flip that couch, flush that weight, too late Blue lights painting the wall like art Steel on my wrists, cold teeth on my heart Mama on the phone, voice shaking in the dark “I raised you better” while they toss my stash apart Zombies on the tier move slow, eyes blank Whole pod itching for a fix, shanks in the tank COs talk slick, hands close to the can One false move, you’re chalk on the land [Chorus] This that graveyard bassline, brain fried Walking like a dead man, rage inside Smell like smoke, got chains on my mind Whole life running from the blue and the white This that graveyard bassline, no sleep Every little knock sound deep, heart leap If I don’t leave, I’m a ghost in these streets If I don’t leave, I’m a ghost in these streets (hey!) [Verse 2] Counting lil’ rocks in a matchbox, fiend wait Heard my homie caught a case off a jailhouse tape Snitch in the ranks, now the whole block shake Everybody point fingers when they can’t escape See my reflection in the plexiglass pane Face look older, same hunger, same pain Judge read numbers like a grocery line Years stack tall, couldn’t lift that time Bunk bed, cold mat, praying to the wall Kites from the homeboys never say it all Freedom on hold like a collect call drop Either ride clean or the casket my stop [Chorus] This that graveyard bassline, brain fried Walking like a dead man, rage inside Smell like smoke, got chains on my mind Whole life running from the blue and the white This that graveyard bassline, no sleep Every little knock sound deep, heart leap If I don’t leave, I’m a ghost in these streets If I don’t leave, I’m a ghost in these streets (woah) [Bridge] Pipe on the table, cold in my hand How I let powder take over my plans Friends in the dirt, some stuck in the pen I ain’t tryna be the next one in [Chorus] This that graveyard bassline, brain fried Walking like a dead man, rage inside Smell like smoke, got chains on my mind Whole life running from the blue and the white This that graveyard bassline, last ride Trying to climb out that grave in my mind If I don’t change, I’m a ghost in these streets If I don’t change, I’m a ghost in these streets
Tags
rap, Dark trap banger with male vocals, sub-heavy low end and crisp hi-hats driving an aggressive doubletime flow. Intro starts spacious with filtered 808s and eerie choir pads, then drops into a punishing main section. Hook hits with layered chant vocals and distorted bass swells, verses stay tight and percussive. Occasional riser sweeps and glitchy vocal chops add tension between sections., bassline, hardcore, beats
Duration
2:47
Instrumental
No
Created
1/24/2026