Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Skrrt off, ski mask Hands tucked, slow glance Whole block on broadcast Truth is, I don’t dance [Verse 1] Steel in the stash by the stove top Learned math with the grams, this the whole plot Judge gave my cousin twenty off a short drop So I move with a look like the world stopped Back door talk, that’ll get a door kicked Catch you at the light, whole whip turned torched quick Mama said pray, I just said “I’m cautious” Hood full of coffins, still talking profits [Chorus] I’m a gangster, that’s my nature Cold heart tucked deep in this pager Whole life on the line for the paper Cross me once, see God, meet your Maker I’m a gangster, that’s my nature War scars from the block, from the capers Eyes red, wide awake, never safer Gangster, gangster, built like a razor [Verse 2] Black hoodie low, see the chain swing Tat tears by the eye, that’s a pain ring Plug talk short, “What you need? Same thing” Car parked two streets down, that’s a safe thing Politics heavy in the state yard Came home, whole crew split like a deck of cards Still I ride solo, window cracked, radar Glovebox full, plus a burner in the gray car Raised where the sirens are lullabies Either side with the lions or apologize I don’t do handshakes, only alibis If I blink once, that’s a sign that you outta time [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] Cold nights, concrete, that’s family Loyalty tattooed, can’t brand me If I fall, then I fall for the code, understand me Everything I lost made a man bleed, calmly [Chorus]
Tags
rap, Hard West Coast trap beat, swung drums, heavy sub bass, eerie bell loop. Male vocals, dry and upfront, doubled in the hook. Verses stay tight and percussive; hook opens with stacked chants and ad-libs. Sparse piano stabs in the bridge, then drums hit back in harder for the final chorus., gangster rap
Duration
2:09
Instrumental
No
Created
1/9/2026