Prompt / Lyrics
**[Verse 1]** Concrete jungle, piss in the stairwell Mama prayin’ but the devil answer the cell I got scars on my ribs like a treasure map X marks the spot where the love got clapped Block hot, cops circle like vultures Dreams in the gutter, still sippin’ on cultures Took a pull, cough blood on the curb Every dollar I touch got a curse word They said chase the bag, I chased the ghost Now my shadow heavier than most Tagged up walls scream my government name But X marks the spot where they buried the flame **[Pre-Chorus]** Yeah, yeah — fuck it I ain’t runnin’, I’m stuck in it Mud in my Timbs, soul in the bucket **[Chorus]** X marks the spot! (where the pain live) X marks the spot! (where the grave dig) Dig me up when the reaper knock X marks the spot! X marks the spot! (where the hope quit) X marks the spot! (where the dope hit) Cross my heart, hope to rot X marks the spot! **[Verse 2]** Spray paint dreams on a boarded-up trap Fiends lined up like it’s Black Friday at crack My homie caught a fade, now he ghost in the cut Left his chain in the dirt — that’s love, that’s us I got forty in the clip and forty in my lungs Every breath taste like gunpowder and slums They want the crown but won’t bleed for the throne I tattooed X on my chest with a broken bone Sirens sing lullabies outside my window Angels got halos made of zippo lighters, yo I’m the map and the X and the blood on the floor Diggin’ for treasure but just findin’ more war **[Pre-Chorus]** Yeah, yeah — fuck it I ain’t runnin’, I’m stuck in it Mud in my Timbs, soul in the bucket **[Chorus]** X marks the spot! (where the pain live) X marks the spot! (where the grave dig) Dig me up when the reaper knock X marks the spot! X marks the spot! (where the hope quit) X marks the spot! (where the dope hit) Cross my heart, hope to rot X marks the spot! **[Bridge – screamed, guitars feedback]** I AIN’T NO PIRATE, THIS AIN’T NO GAME X AIN’T FOR GOLD, IT’S FOR NAMES ON THE STAIN MAMA SAID BOY YOU GON’ BURN OUT FAST I SAID GOOD — I BEEN ASH SINCE THE PAST DIG ME UP! DIG ME UP! FIND THE X, IT’S STILL FUCKED UP! **[Final Chorus – half sung, half growled]** X marks the spot! (yeah that’s me) X marks the spot! (six feet deep) No treasure chest, just broken teeth X marks the spot! X marks the spot! (where I lost it all) X marks the spot! (watch the empire fall) Carve it in my palm so I never forget X marks the spot… bitch I’m it.
Tags
Live Concert, Rap, Ghetto Grunge, Distorted, Drop-D, Guitars, Chugging, Broken-Down, Heavy Snares, Heavy Kick Drums
Duration
3:06
Instrumental
No
Created
2/9/2026