

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] They said I’m “plug” They said I’m “boss” They fed them stories I paid that cost People start talkin’ Name in they mouth Told it to law Turned up at my house Cops in formation Think it’s a raid Kick in the door Hand on the blade They looked so sure I tried not to grin Opened the cabinets Nothing but stems [Chorus] They organized a bust, came up with an ounce Riskin’ all that time just to fumble the count All that pressure on my head, made me change my route They asked for a name I swear I lost my voice They wanted who I run with, like I had a choice I choked on the air, silence feelin’ moist They asked for a name I swear I lost my voice [Verse 2] Room gettin’ smaller Questions get loud “Who you get it from? Who you serve around?” Heart rate drummin’ Thinkin’ ’bout grave Thinkin’ ’bout mama Tryna be brave I been too friendly Talkin’ on phones Droppin’ my addy Chillin’ with clones Should’ve moved quiet Should’ve moved strange Now every detail Need to be changed [Chorus] They organized a bust, came up with an ounce Riskin’ all that time just to fumble the count All that pressure on my head, made me change my route They asked for a name I swear I lost my voice They wanted who I run with, like I had a choice I choked on the air, silence feelin’ moist They asked for a name I swear I lost my voice
Tags
rap, Aggressive trap beat with distorted 808s and skittering hi-hats; male vocals spitting tight, breathless triplets. verses feel tense and paranoid, bass heavy and dry, then chorus widens with eerie choir pads and pitched ad-libs. Energy climbs each hook, final chorus riding a half-time bounce and stacked shouts.
1:50
No
4/4/2026