Lurking Skeng
Street Wraith
Drill
About
This Drill track pulses with sliding 808 bass and stuttering hi-hats, creating a claustrophobic urban atmosphere that amplifies the raw storytelling of street survival. Sparse piano stabs and echoing ad-libs layer over a half-time groove, keeping the focus on the mumbled, auto-tuned male vocals delivering grim narratives. The production stays minimal and dark, evoking foggy alleyways and relentless hustle in a classic UK/Chicago hybrid style.
Lyrics
Opps lurking in the ends, skeng tucked under the coat, No chat, just action, slide on 'em like a ghost, Block hot, feds watchin', but we move with the smoke, Lost bros to the blade, now the pain's what I choke, Hustle daily, trap line ringin' off the hook, Enemies plottin', but my circle stay shook, From the flats to the strip, where the real ones get took, No mercy in this life, pull up and they get booked.
Drill life, no cap, slide on the strip, that's facts, 808s bang, hearts pump fast, no turnin' back, Opps get packed, in the dark, we attack, Street code, hold the strap, that's the drill, that's the act
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Faster flow, triplet spit, dodgin' feds on the run, Memories of the fallen, but the beef never done, Gyal on the side, but the road got my son, Enemies circle, but I'm loadin' the gun, Nights in the cold, paranoia in my veins, One wrong move, and it's chains or the flames, Loyal to the gang, no snitchin', no games, Rise from the dirt, now we claimin' our names.
Drill life, no cap, slide on the strip, that's facts, 808s bang, hearts pump fast, no turnin' back, Opps get packed, in the dark, we attack, Street code, hold the strap, that's the drill, that's the act
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Tension buildin', hi-hats fade slow, Reflection in the mirror, scars from the blow, Cycle never ends, but we ride till we go.
Drill life fades, but the streets stay cold, Echoes in the night, stories left untold,
Lurking Skeng
Street Wraith
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