Whoopty stereo enhanced, bass hit like a hollow tip
Tarek in the cut, blood red moon on my lyric tip
Chrome .38 whisper, every snare a body drop
Silk sheets of reverb, still can’t wash the gunshot
VPN soul, I tunnel through the block’s despair
Crypto in the vault, but the trauma’s non-transferable
Hook chant growls, sub-low rattle your conscience raw
Whoopty whoop—ghosts in the ride, still bangin’ on all fours