Zones Taped Off

[Intro]
On God
You know what time it is
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I slide through East, that’s a easy sweep
Ridin’ down Candler, seats low, I don’t speak
Mask on tilt, I can see who creep
I ain’t post one move, still they see that sheet
Glenwood turn, let the pressure burn
If it’s up, I confirm, I don’t ever squirm
If I say that it’s done, that’s a closed case
Got ’em prayin’ on a shirt, not a court date
[Chorus]
Every zone taped off, I’m too bold with it (yeah)
Call a play, fade away, then I go finish (go)
Say a name, that’s a flame, I don’t fold with it (never)
If I claim that it’s up, then it’s so with it
Every side locked in when I roll through (roll)
When I talk, better know it’s the whole truth
Every zone taped off, I’m too bold with it
If I point at the map, that’s a cold visit (brrt)
[Verse 2]
Hit the West, Lee Street, that’s a quick route
I don’t argue on the net, I just clock out
On the South by the airport, lights stay dim
If I circle ’round twice, that’s a silent hymn
Northside late, toll tag don’t beep
I’m the last one they see when they talk cheap
I don’t cap on a body I ain’t touch yet
I’m as loud as my word, that’s a real bet
[Chorus]
Every zone taped off, I’m too bold with it (too bold)
Call a play, fade away, then I go finish
Say a name, that’s a flame, I don’t fold with it (nah)
If I claim that it’s up, then it’s so with it
Every side locked in when I roll through
When I talk, better know it’s the whole truth (whole truth)
Every zone taped off, I’m too bold with it
If I point at the map, that’s a cold visit (cold)

rap, Dark trap beat built around eerie bell loop and sub-heavy 808s, sparse hats in the verses that open into skittering triplets on the hook. Male vocals with a cold, laid‑back delivery; ad‑libs tucked deep for menace. Chorus lifts through stacked, monotone chants and filtered doubles. Occasional bass drops and half‑time switch for extra weight on key lines.