[Intro] [dark phonk 808s rolling, distant sirens, heavy bass] [male vocal, cold mid-range street delivery, hard and deliberate, not too deep] Yeah... It's locked in... Southside... [Verse 1] [aggressive male vocal, cold mid-range cadence, grimy street delivery] Shit gettin serious, time to lock in Southside to Stockton, every route still clocked in One flight out with the work, come back when the bag thick They talkin paper, I’m the one that make the scale tip You postin like you puttin in, but the streets know the difference I’m in the kitchen late night, pot talkin, product shiftin Bloods in East San Jose, Crips hold Compton Same game different city, both sides know who movin She don’t want the feelings, she want the weight when it land Hunnies switch up faster than a trap phone in a raid van I keep the same energy when the lights go dim Real ones move in silence, fake ones need the camera on them [Chorus] [male lead vocal, hard and repetitive, cold mid-range street tone] [female backing vocals, soft but cold, echoing the last words] We locked in, no options Bag stay talkin, stove stay poppin Southside to Stockton, map stay watchin Real ones quiet, fake ones droppin We locked in, no options Bag stay talkin, stove stay poppin Southside to Stockton, map stay watchin Real ones quiet, fake ones droppin [Verse 2] [aggressive male vocal, cold mid-range cadence, slightly faster, more intensity] Same night different city, still the same mission Plane land, bag expand, no time for discussion They countin likes while I’m countin bricks in the kitchen One wrong move and the whole block shiftin I don’t flex online, I flex when the weight land She don’t want the heart, she want the plan in the hand Bloods and Crips both know when the real ones stand I move like the streets still got my name on the land Keep the circle tight, no room for the soft ones Talk cheap, work expensive, that’s the cost, son If you ain’t put in the hours, stay out the conversation I’m still clocked in while they clock out on vacation [Bridge] [male vocal, lower mid-range and colder, almost spoken] [female soft ad-libs in the background: “locked in… locked in…”] Ain’t no switchin sides when the pressure rise Ain’t no new friends when the money multiply Same kitchen, same rules, same late nights Same code from the south to the north lights [Chorus] [male lead vocal, hard and repetitive, cold mid-range street tone] [female backing vocals, colder and more layered] We locked in, no options Bag stay talkin, stove stay poppin Southside to Stockton, map stay watchin Real ones quiet, fake ones droppin We locked in, no options Bag stay talkin, stove stay poppin Southside to Stockton, map stay watchin Real ones quiet, fake ones droppin [Outro] [male vocal fading, cold mid-range street delivery] [female soft echo] Yeah... Still locked in... Southside to Stockton... Don’t get it twisted...
