(Chorus) Pull up masked up, that’s dead silence, Drumline thumpin’, no need for guidance, If I slide, then it’s pure compliance, Whole block know who bring that violence, Chrome so loud it disturb the science. (Verse 1 – 32 Bars) I’m a west block veteran, chrome on adrenaline, Hollow-tip medicine, bark, leave skeletons. Whip in the trap lane, mind on venison, Prey every day, still pray for the revenant. Chain swing heavy like I’m draggin’ my sin, Still duckin’ one time, never backin’ it in. Seen partners flip sides, start actin’ like kin, Now I move solo, trust vacuum-thin. Been outside since the blue tint Honda, Mask in the glove box, grip like Contra. Talk too slick, you gon’ bleed in mantra, Every verse coded, my slang a tantra. Raised in the gutter, my manners all smoke, Broke no oath, but I choke the hope. Posted on the block, no plan, just cope, Turn fiends to believers when I preach that dope. Street-side preacher, baptize with a heater, Sermon in the street, every shot come deeper. Slick with the slang, lil’ bro my seeker, If he move wrong, we delete that feature. Money my muse, but pain my sponsor, Grew up around felons, not imposters. Talk like a king, think like a monster, I seen real ones fall, that cost ya. Code on the block: never break, never tell, If you fold on your fam, that’s an instant spell. Carved in the concrete, heaven or hell, I walk with the ghosts that the streets repel. Got a Glock in the whip, got the smoke in the wind, Whole soul full of guilt, can’t cleanse that sin. If I ride, then I ride, no fake built-in, Call me the purge — let the war begin. (Chorus) Pull up masked up, that’s dead silence, Drumline thumpin’, no need for guidance, If I slide, then it’s pure compliance, Whole block know who bring that violence, Chrome so loud it disturb the science. (Verse 2 – 32 Bars) Ain’t no love where I’m from, that’s drought weather, Blood thicker than water, but the mud thicker better. Trap jump crazy, every fiend want pressure, Told lil’ homie, “keep the switch for the measure.” Every move coded like a cartel map, Gotta stay off grid when the narcs adapt. Broke bread with the wolves, no time for a nap, Whole hood in the loop like a Google map. Never trust snakes that grin in the mirror, Vision stay blurred, but the aim get clearer. Sins stack tall, but the bag come nearer, All my real ones gone, so the ghosts my cheerers. Ride with a drum that’s bigger than a toddler, Whole block shook when I slide in the charger. Plug from the south, said I move smarter, Now I’m up late playin’ chess with the karma. OG told me, “Stay cold, stay stoic,” Said, “Love’ll get you killed if you show it.” Heart made iron, but the veins all poet, Every rhyme bleed truth, I don’t even know it. Cracked concrete where my dreams got planted, Came from a world where the fiends enchanted. Clip got thirty, my peace demanded, I’m the plague — I’m disease expanded. Street code solid, my ties cemented, I’m the type to repent, then spin repented. Hate how I live, but the pain invented, This life chose me, I ain’t never consented. (Chorus) Pull up masked up, that’s dead silence, Drumline thumpin’, no need for guidance, If I slide, then it’s pure compliance, Whole block know who bring that violence, Chrome so loud it disturb the science. (Verse 3 – 32 Bars) Pressure on the block, we embrace that storm, I was forged in the fire, where the brave transform. Every scar on my arm like a badge I worn, Still the same young vet that was raised in war. Never needed handouts, just shells and faith, Lost souls by the dozen, still guard my space. Keep one eye open, can’t guard no snake, If they cross that line, I erase they face. I’m the menace, god with a flaw, Grew up poor, had to sharpen the law. Move militant, jaw locked, no pause, I’m the echo in the alley when the thunder calls. Word on the block, I’m the one they fear, I don’t talk loud, I just make ‘em disappear. I don’t post ops, I don’t chase no cheer, I just wipe clean, then I sip my beer. Every verse sound like a war report, Every line full clip, no court support. Still ten toes down in the dirt I court, My pain ain’t luck — it’s earned and taught. West side raised, born ready for static, Mind all math, but my rage automatic. Pray for peace, but I move too erratic, Whole hood coded in black semantics. Chrome heart, but my love synthetic, Every loss I took made my aim prophetic. Still ride for the code, poetic, kinetic, This my bloodline — unapologetic. (Chorus) Pull up masked up, that’s dead silence, Drumline thumpin’, no need for guidance, If I slide, then it’s pure compliance, Whole block know who bring that violence, Chrome so loud it disturb the science.
