Luca Crush 4 Freestyle

[Verse 1]
Grime in my sockets, bounce in my veins,
Drip so sticky, hurricane in my chains.
Keys sing dirty, 808s growl wild,
Trenches in the lungs where the chaos compiled.
[Verse 2]
Boots scuffed up, every step worth a grand,
Ghosts in the trunk, whisper tales from the sand.
Copper pennies traded for steel in my palms,
Life’s a furnace, I’m the fire that calms.
[Chorus]
Dirty South steppin', shadowed by the flame,
Whispers in the dark, verses scream my name.
Noise in the echoes, trap doors we slam,
Freedom in the bass, Luca Crush who I am.
[Verse 3]
Mud on my kicks but the crown stay clean,
Devil in my ride, dashboard a guillotine.
Brick city blues, notes scratch the air,
Noise hummin’ loud, chaos everywhere.
[Bridge]
Rollin’ slow through a thunderstorm’s bite,
Ambience creeps while the traps ignite.
Noise swell rides with the calm of a ghost,
Crush in the beat—who they fear the most.
[Chorus]
Dirty South steppin', shadowed by the flame,
Whispers in the dark, verses scream my name.
Noise in the echoes, trap doors we slam,
Freedom in the bass, Luca Crush who I am.

freestyle, male vocals, trap, dirty south rap, ambient, noise, rap