Task Force Mad

[Intro]
Task force mad watching me work (yeah)
Thought they had a tip, that ain’t finna work (nah)
I put the weed down, that shit killing me
Now I’m living by the law, they ain’t feeling me (uh)
[Verse 1]
They was waiting on a slip, little stumble, little fall
Had my name in they mouth, had my face on the wall
Whole file on a dream that I already burned
All that time that they spent, that’s a lesson they learned
Task force parked three cars up the street
Same plate every day, same face, same seat
They was praying I would slip, drop a crumb, take a hit
I was praying for my lungs while they prayed for a script
Cold sweats in the night had me staring at the ceiling
Couldn’t climb stairs, couldn’t shake that feeling
Every cough sound loud like a siren in my chest
Told myself “one more” till I couldn’t catch breath
[Chorus]
Task force mad watching me work
Thinking they had a tip, that ain’t finna work (ain’t finna work)
I put the weed down, that shit was killing me
They hate to see me living by the law, they can’t touch me (can’t touch me)
Task force mad watching me work
Whole life flipped, new page, new church (new church)
I put the weed down, that shit was killing me
They hate to see me living by the law, they can’t touch me
[Verse 2]
Used to stash in the vent, used to laugh at the risk
Used to brag to the crew about the cash and the flips
Now I jog past the block where they plotted my fall
They look sick when they see that they lost me, that’s all
Pulled up clean, same face, different soul though (yeah)
Heart lighter, lungs clear, that’s a gold glow
They confused how I win when I changed flows
They confused how I’m free when the case closed
I ain’t running from a knock, I ain’t hiding from a call
Ain’t a thing in this crib they can take off the wall
You can read every text, you can tap every line
You can sit outside, waste day, waste time
[Chorus]
Task force mad watching me work
Thinking they had a tip, that ain’t finna work (nah, ain’t finna work)
I put the weed down, that shit was killing me
They hate to see me living by the law, they can’t touch me (they can’t touch me)
Task force mad watching me work
Whole life flipped, new page, new church
I put the weed down, that shit was killing me
They hate to see me living by the law, they can’t touch me (can’t touch me)
[Bridge]
You wanted cuffs on my wrist, I wanted air in my lungs
You wanted chalk on the floor, I wanted songs on my tongue
You wanted chains on my name, I wanted peace in my sleep
Now I got all of the above and the mission run deep (yeah)
[Chorus]
Task force mad watching me work
Thinking they had a tip, that ain’t finna work
I put the weed down, that shit was killing me
They hate to see me living by the law, they can’t touch me
Task force mad watching me work
Whole life flipped, new page, new church
I put the weed down, that shit was killing me
They hate to see me living by the law, they can’t touch me (can’t touch me)

rap, Aggressive trap beat built on detuned bells and a snarling 808, sharp hi-hats rolling in triplets. Male vocals with a gritty, close-mic delivery. Verses stay tight and punchy, hook explodes with gang vocals on key phrases. Occasional bass drop-outs to spotlight crucial lines, then slam back in for maximum impact.