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Vultures in the Mist

Siren Stryke

Drill

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This track pulses with ominous trap-influenced beats, dominated by sliding 808 basslines that rumble like distant thunder, paired with rapid, rolling hi-hats that create an unrelenting sense of urgency. Raw, confrontational vocals deliver gritty narratives of street survival and urban conflict over minimalist production featuring dark synths and sharp snare hits. The overall sound is dark and immersive, evoking the tension of Chicago's shadowed alleys with a UK drill edge.

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah Grew up with a siren, scream louder than dreams Calling the boys scheming fiends, nodding off beams Pops goes to turn, they left me with the heat Strapped to sixteen, hot-coated concrete Rivals circle like vultures in the mist One wrong glance and it's fist to the wrist I slide through the night mask low eyes sharp Echoes of shots that tore families apart Glory takes a chain, but it weighs on the soul Lost my brother to the beef, now the pain takes its toll Streets whisper warnings, but the hunger don't quit Chasing that paper, dodging the pit Bullets dance wild in the glow of the trap Every step's a gamble, no turning back Yeah, yeah, yeah Drill life drill deep where the weak get erased 808s rumble like graves in the waste High hats, Tic Tacs Counting down to the end Blood on the pavement no room to pretend We ride for the fallen ghosts in the rearview Violence the language, survival accrued Drill life for the shined I'm in this time, street games crowned In the dark, no place to hide Nights blur the chaos off, splatting the fade I grip the book tight, adrenaline cascade Memories hung like the rain on the glass Lil sis praying, but the reaper moves fast From the stoop to the stoop, spitting raw truth Every bar is a scar from a fiery youth Betrayal cuts deeper than stealing a chest Friends turn snakes when the pressure's the test I think the walls red but the stories untold Angle boys over, turning hot into cold No heroes here, just survivors in the fray Echoes of laughter lost in the ground One more mission, one more risk in the game Heart heavy with loss, but I carry the flame Drill life, drill deep Where the weak get erased A-O-H rumble, the weak get erased A-O-H rumble like graves in a place Hot hats, Tic Tacs Counting down to the end Blood on the pavement no room to pretend We ride for the fallen ghosts in the rearview Violence the language, survival accrued Drill life for the shined I'm in this time, street games crowned In the dark, street games crowned In the dark, street games crowned In the dark, street games crowned In the dark, street games crowned In the dark, street games crowned In the dark, street games crowned In the dark, street games crowned In the dark, street games crowned No place to hide In the dark, street games crowned In the dark, street games crowned In the dark, street games crowned In the dark, street games crowned In the dark, street games crowned In the dark, street games crowned In the dark, street games crowned In the dark, street games crowned In the dark, street games crowned In the dark, street games crowned In the dark, street games crowned In the dark, street games crowned In the dark, street games crowned In the dark, street games crowned

Vultures in the Mist

Siren Stryke

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