

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro – 0:00–0:15] (soft piano riff plays) “Aight, lemme tell you how it went down…” (beat drops) “You gotta move different… when your bloodline lethal.” --- [Verse 1 – 0:15–1:00] Saw her post, she slid with the fam, Knew right then — I’m changin' the plan. Scope on lock, got the drop from Cam, He said they movin' late, near 10. So I wait — all black, no tag, Chakra cold, soul in the bag. Talked sweet, but my blade don’t lag, She laughed once — now she in a frag. Snuck through the side door, light on dim, Her guy on the couch — I ain’t seen him. But he blinked, I blinked, drew steel on whim, No noise, just flame — straight through his brim. (grrah!) --- [Hook – 1:00–1:30] It’s a mark, not a maybe — you next. (Uh huh) I don’t fold, I finesse with flex. (Facts) Talk wrong, now you talkin' to death. (Boom!) I don’t threaten, I promise, no breath. Call me Bella — but I ain’t sweet, Move like art but my hands elite. Think you good ‘cause you playin’ street? Try me — get rocked off beat. (Boom!) --- [Verse 2 – 1:30–2:15] Two days later, I peep her sis, Tryna act bold — lips all hiss. She don’t know I walk with a list, Every name get checked off crisp. No loud moves, I move like mist, One wrong glance — then clink, then twist. She reach, I reach, got caught in a clinch, She cried “please!” — too late, that’s rinse. Then I dip, hoodie low, blood warm, Can’t feel guilt — it’s part of the form. Isabella L., raised by the storm, You cross one, you awaken the swarm. --- [Final Hook – 2:15–2:45] It’s a mark, not a maybe — you late. (Too late!) This ain’t mercy — this fate. (Nope!) You play nice? I still rotate. (Facts!) L. Blackburn — I orchestrate. No mercy, no chit, no chat, I just slide — blade tucked, all black. Play dumb? I don't play that back, I play wins — now watch this track.
Tags
edm, rap
4:00
No
5/13/2025