Siren Creep

Shadows creep, block on fire, no peace tonight

Grew up where the sirens scream like lost souls, Concrete jungle, wolves in sheep clothes, cold rolls. Pockets empty, but the nine stay loaded, Enemies circle, trust fractured, never exploded. Momma prayed, but the streets called louder, Blood on the pavement, another brother's hour. Slide through the opp block, heart poundin' thunder, One wrong move, pull the trigger, no wonder. Lost my dawg to a beef that went sour, Now it's revenge in my veins, hour after hour. Whip the corner, 808s rattlin' the frame, Hi-hats dancin' like the reaper's game. Ain't no heroes here, just survivors scarred, Drill life, we built it brick by bloody yard. Eyes on the prize, but the cost is a grave, In this warzone, only the ruthless behave.

Drill, drill, we slide on the low, Guns talk louder than words we don't show. Street lights flicker, bodies drop slow, Ominous nights, where the real ones glow. Trap beats bang, 808s slide deep, Rapid fire, no sleep, promises we keep. Violence whispers, but we scream it loud, In the heart of the block, we stand unbowed.

Flashback to the days when the hunger bit hard, Scrapin' for change, dodgin' the yard. First lick went smooth, but the guilt lingered long, Now it's habit, singin' the same old song. Opp boys lurkin', masks on, no face, One shot echoes, leavin' an empty space. Sisters cryin', but we numb to the pain, Chain reaction, pourin' gas on the flame. Dark synths hummin' like the devil's choir, Hi-hats trippin', settin' the wire. From Chi-town corners to the UK's haze, Same struggle, different accents, endless maze. Betrayal cuts deeper than any blade's edge, Loyalty's a myth in this deadly pledge. We rise from the ashes, fists clenched tight, Drill kings crowned in the dead of night.

Drill, drill, we slide on the low, Guns talk louder than words we don't show. Street lights flicker, bodies drop slow, Ominous nights, where the real ones glow. Trap beats bang, 808s slide deep, Rapid fire, no sleep, promises we keep. Violence whispers, but we scream it loud, In the heart of the block, we stand unbowed.

Pause for a breath in the chaos we breed, Echoes of laughter turned to a plead. Whats the price of this crown we chase? Souls traded for power, lost in the race. But we can't turn back, the die's been cast, Forward through the fire, shadows from the past. One more drill, one more scar to wear, In this grim ballet, we dance without care.

Drill, drill... slide on the low... Bodies drop slow... we stand unbowed.