

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Snapback tilted same kid, new limit Lunch line lyrics now they pay me by the minute Crate dust on my jeans blue ink on my thumbs Still scribblin' sixteen while they scroll through crumbs Gold on the tooth little chip when I grin Whole crew on the stoop still bettin' on a win Talk slick, walk quick cut lanes like a blade Made classics in a closet outgrew the charade [Chorus] Back to the blocks with the new-school knock (yeah) Same old talk but the numbers all stock (woo) Blend that grit with the floor-shake thump Old soul heart with a big-body bump We go back, back, back then we fast-forward Past due checks now they stamp my orders Back to the blocks where the story got spun Put the past in the pocket let it run, let it run (hey) [Verse 2] Sidewalk preacher with a spiral and a pen Every bar like a barcode ringin' again They said, "Tone that down" I turned the dial up twice From the corner store counter to the corporate price Still break day with the same old hunger Still hear "one take" then the room go thunder From the bus stop bench to reserved row seats Same beat in my chest just a bigger pair of sneaks [Chorus] Back to the blocks with the new-school knock (yeah) Same old talk but the numbers all stock Blend that grit with the floor-shake thump Old soul heart with a big-body bump We go back, back, back then we fast-forward Past due checks now they stamp my orders Back to the blocks where the story got spun Put the past in the pocket let it run, let it run (run it)
Tags
rap, Boom-bap grit glued to trunk-rattling 808s, dusty horn and soul chops on the verses, female vocals doubling a tough, articulate male lead on the hook. Tight, swung drums up front, bass huge but controlled. Verses ride in a confident pocket, ad-libs tucked wide; choruses explode with stacked shouts and call-and-response. Subtle filter drops between sections to keep energy surging., hip-hop, lyrical, classic
1:54
No
3/11/2026