Stay Inside in Baton Rouge

[Intro]
Red dirt
Blue lights
Same story
New night (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Welcome to the Rouge
Where your momma say a prayer when you move
Where your cousin got a shirt on the wall
T-shirt face, candlelight, long talk, that’s the news
West side, south side, whole map tense
Lil homie only twelve, talkin’ high fence
Talk cheap, chalk deep on the hot cement
Whole city on edge, that’s a wild scent
I’m just tryna get a bag, dodge headlines
Ridin’ Airline, eyes on the red line
Everybody know somebody didn’t get a next time
So I keep mine, stack mine, dead silent
[Chorus]
Baton Rouge, better stay inside
If you scared of that outside
Ain’t no movie, you can really die
So all you cowards stay inside
I got money on my mind
I got angels on my side
This that murder capital life
So all you cowards stay inside (inside)
[Verse 2]
Wrong hat, wrong block, that’s a bad route
Grandma hear the shots, she just turn the fan loud
We ain’t trippin’ off a rumor, they’ll come see about it
So I built me a business just to leave around it
Still love my city, but my city don’t love back
Kids at the wake still yellin’ “where the club at?”
Scroll through the feed, see a RIP caption
Then a flyer for a party in the same damn action
I’m countin’ up, tryin’ not to be a hashtag
Put my people in a crib, with a big bag
If you ain’t built for the field, don’t act bad
Stay home, stay safe, we don’t miss, that’s facts
[Chorus]
Baton Rouge, better stay inside
If you scared of that outside
Ain’t no movie, you can really die
So all you cowards stay inside
I got money on my mind
I got angels on my side
This that murder capital life
So all you cowards stay inside (stay inside)
[Bridge]
Every corner got a ghost name
Every night feel the close range (woah)
We just hustle through the cold rain
If you soft, better switch lanes, switch lanes
[Chorus]
Baton Rouge, better stay inside
If you scared of that outside
Ain’t no movie, you can really die
So all you cowards stay inside
I got money on my mind
I got angels on my side
This that murder capital life
So all you cowards stay inside (inside)

rap, Moody Southern trap-pop with male vocals; eerie bell loop and spaced-out keys over heavy sub-bass and crisp drums. Verses stay conversational and grimy, intimate close-mic delivery; hook explodes with layered auto-tuned harmonies, wide stereo ad-libs, and a chant-style refrain. Subtle guitar plucks in the background, last chorus stacked with octave doubles and delay tails for a dark, anthemic finish., pop