Bodies Dropping Sloppy

Drill, melodic, catchy beat, rap, layered, heavy bass, hip hop, familiar sounding

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[Intro]
Yo, it's that drill vibe, straight from the ends,
Heart heavy, tryna rise, but the devil's my friend.
Good intentions, bad habits, prayin' for the win,
But step wrong, and it's smoke—don't make me sin.
[Chorus]
I'm tryna do good, keep my soul clean, no stains,
Stack paper, lift my squad, break these chains.
But don't push me, don't test me, don't make me catch a body,
One wrong move, and it's bodies droppin' sloppy.
Tryna do good, but the streets got me toxic,
Forgive me Father, but these opps stay plottin'.
Don't make me catch a body, nah, I ain't tryna slide,
But if you force my hand, then the devil inside.
[Verse 1]
Woke up this mornin', hit my knees, said a prayer,
"Lord, keep me straight, keep the demons out the air."
Mama cryin' 'bout the block, sayin' "Son, change your ways,"
I'm noddin', but the beef from last week still replays.
Got a job at the shop, flippin' burgers for a check,
But my bro just got jammed, now the hood expect respect.
I'm dodgin' all the traps, tryna build somethin' real,
College dreams in my dome, but the steel stay concealed.
Opps circlin' like vultures, postin' flicks with the threats,
I'm scrollin' through the 'Gram, clenchin' fists, breakin' sweat.
Tryna turn the page, read books instead of clips,
But one diss track drops, and I'm loadin' up the stick.
Why it gotta be like this? Why the good road so rough?
Devil whisperin' sweet, sayin' "Boy, call their bluff."
I'm fightin' every urge, but the trigger finger itchin',
One slip, and it's lights out—eternal switchin'.
[Chorus]
I'm tryna do good, keep my soul clean, no stains,
Stack paper, lift my squad, break these chains.
But don't push me, don't test me, don't make me catch a body,
One wrong move, and it's bodies droppin' sloppy.
Tryna do good, but the streets got me toxic,
Forgive me Father, but these opps stay plottin'.
Don't make me catch a body, nah, I ain't tryna slide,
But if you force my hand, then the devil inside.
[Verse 2]
Late night walks, head down, avoidin' all the eyes,
Sisters hollerin' my name, but I ignore the cries.
I'm savin' every penny, plottin' on a big move,
Out the ends, to the burbs, with a family to prove.
But the gang callin' heavy, sayin' "Fam, where you at?"
Loyalty pullin' strings, like a puppet on the mat.
I ghost 'em for a week, focus on the bigger pic,
Then a text from an opp: "Pull up, let's make it quick."
Heart racin', palms sweatin', debatin' in my mind,
Turn the other cheek, or leave 'em all behind?
Bible on the dash, cross 'round my neck so tight,
But the nine in the glove, temptin' me tonight.
I'm screamin' at the sky, "God, give me strength to fold,"
But the block taught me different—survival's cold.
One day I'll break free, leave the drama in the rear,
'Til then, keep your distance, or the end draws near.
[Outro]
Yeah, tryna do good, but the world's full of snakes,
One bite, and it's war—no time for mistakes.
Don't make me catch a body... please, don't make me.
Drill life, real strife—stay blessed, stay ready.

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[Intro] Yo, it's that drill vibe, straight from the ends, Heart heavy, tryna rise, but the devil's my friend. Good intentions, bad habits, prayin' for the win, But step wrong, and it's smoke—don't make me sin. [Chorus] I'm tryna do good, keep my soul clean, no stains, Stack paper, lift my squad, break these chains. But don't push me, don't test me, don't make me catch a body, One wrong move, and it's bodies droppin' sloppy. Tryna do good, but the streets got me toxic, Forgive me Father, but these opps stay plottin'. Don't make me catch a body, nah, I ain't tryna slide, But if you force my hand, then the devil inside. [Verse 1] Woke up this mornin', hit my knees, said a prayer, "Lord, keep me straight, keep the demons out the air." Mama cryin' 'bout the block, sayin' "Son, change your ways," I'm noddin', but the beef from last week still replays. Got a job at the shop, flippin' burgers for a check, But my bro just got jammed, now the hood expect respect. I'm dodgin' all the traps, tryna build somethin' real, College dreams in my dome, but the steel stay concealed. Opps circlin' like vultures, postin' flicks with the threats, I'm scrollin' through the 'Gram, clenchin' fists, breakin' sweat. Tryna turn the page, read books instead of clips, But one diss track drops, and I'm loadin' up the stick. Why it gotta be like this? Why the good road so rough? Devil whisperin' sweet, sayin' "Boy, call their bluff." I'm fightin' every urge, but the trigger finger itchin', One slip, and it's lights out—eternal switchin'. [Chorus] I'm tryna do good, keep my soul clean, no stains, Stack paper, lift my squad, break these chains. But don't push me, don't test me, don't make me catch a body, One wrong move, and it's bodies droppin' sloppy. Tryna do good, but the streets got me toxic, Forgive me Father, but these opps stay plottin'. Don't make me catch a body, nah, I ain't tryna slide, But if you force my hand, then the devil inside. [Verse 2] Late night walks, head down, avoidin' all the eyes, Sisters hollerin' my name, but I ignore the cries. I'm savin' every penny, plottin' on a big move, Out the ends, to the burbs, with a family to prove. But the gang callin' heavy, sayin' "Fam, where you at?" Loyalty pullin' strings, like a puppet on the mat. I ghost 'em for a week, focus on the bigger pic, Then a text from an opp: "Pull up, let's make it quick." Heart racin', palms sweatin', debatin' in my mind, Turn the other cheek, or leave 'em all behind? Bible on the dash, cross 'round my neck so tight, But the nine in the glove, temptin' me tonight. I'm screamin' at the sky, "God, give me strength to fold," But the block taught me different—survival's cold. One day I'll break free, leave the drama in the rear, 'Til then, keep your distance, or the end draws near. [Outro] Yeah, tryna do good, but the world's full of snakes, One bite, and it's war—no time for mistakes. Don't make me catch a body... please, don't make me. Drill life, real strife—stay blessed, stay ready.

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