(Verse 1: Kilo) (Beat: Dark, heavy 808s with a haunting piano loop and a distant police siren) (Kilo) Check the odometer, the body count higher than the mileage I don't do the talking, I just leave the crime scene childish Started with a .22, now the drum kit singing Hear that click-clack? That’s the doorbell ringing. We the Purple Triggas, paint the concrete violet Your life is just a sentence, and the hollow point’s the pilot I don’t need a motive, just a window and a gap Put a hole in your ego, put your zip code on the map. (Verse 2: Dice) (Beat kicks up, faster hi-hats) (Dice) Step in the circle, smelling like gunpowder and cheap gin If the chrome don't hit you, then the consequences begin I keep the heat in the waistband, dancing with the friction Living out a nightmare, this ain't no movie fiction. Purple Triggas, we the stain on the sidewalk, the blur Turn a conversation to a funeral, a whisper to a slur I don’t aim for the vest, I aim for where the breath stays Counting up the shells while the city’s in a haze. (Verse 3: Vane) (Beat drops out to just the kick and a snapping snare) (Vane) Look, I don’t do the rapping, I just describe the sequence Blood on the pavement, that’s the kind of kind of frequency I saw him look twice, so I gave him three more reasons To meet his ancestors before the changing of the seasons. Purple Triggas, we the plague, we the glitch in the system Put a dot on your forehead, then we cross you off the listen I’m a ghost in the alley, a shadow with a trigger The hole in your chest makes the funeral budget bigger. (Verse 4: Kilo) (Kilo) Back for the second, now the heat’s on a different level I’ve been shaking hands with the reaper, dancing with the devil We don't call the cops, we just call the cleanup crew Leave a trail of purple smoke, now tell me who is who? The block is a chessboard, and you just a pawn in the rain I can feel the adrenaline, I can taste all the pain One flick of the wrist, now your heartbeat’s on a pause Purple Triggas run the city, we the effect and the cause. (Verse 5: Dice) (Dice) Slide through the project, windows down, let the metal sing Hear the echo in the valley, that’s the kind of kind of ring I don’t pray for peace, I just pray the clip don’t jam Turning a gold-plated dream into a hollow-point slam. We don't do the beef, we just do the autopsy Your whole squad shaking, man, the fear is just a prophecy Purple Triggas in the dark, we the flash and the bang The only kind of music is the sound of the gang. (Verse 6: Vane) (Vane) Final curtain call, now the street lights start to flicker The trigger’s getting light and the heartbeat’s getting quicker I don’t want the fame, I just want the street to remember That the Purple Triggas left the whole neighborhood in ember. Cold steel on the neck, now you’re praying to a ghost Who’s the one who’s laughing? Who’s the one who’s losing most? Close the cypher with a bang, leave the shell on the floor Purple Triggas out the door—now go and lock your door. (Outro: Beat fades into the sound of a single gunshot and a long silence)
