Write UK/NY crossover drill lyrics for deadpan, gruff male rap vocals, doubled with sharp, sparse menacing ad-libs and tight double-time flows, reference tone of Fivio Foreign, Headie One, Digga D. Music specs: 152 BPM, G harmonic minor, chest-crunching octave-gliding 808 slides, stuttering machine-gun fast drill hi-hats, frost-edged zurna-inspired synth leads, staccato string stabs, distant brass blasts, muted car backfire percussive hits, no extra effects. Narrative follows a crew counting locked-in contraband profits in a rain-slicked high-rise flat at 3am, quiet paranoia of unmarked cars circling below, coded warnings passed via burner phone, icy unblinking determination, distrust of turncoats, no hollow flexes—only cold, granular street realism, lingering tension that a raid could kick the door in any second, hard unforgiving edge with zero sentimentality.
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[Intro] [Verse] Rain on the pane (splash) Static in brain (facts) Rubber bands snap (snap) Never look back (no) Three in the morning Feds keep on crawling Shadows are calling Money is falling Stacks on the floor (floor) Lock every door (lock) Plastic and rubber Trusting no other Counting the paper Avoid every hater See you all later Feeding the crater [Chorus] Watch for the plates (look) Lock up the gates (wait) Eight-oh-eight slides (slide) Nowhere to hide (hide) Burner phone ringing (ring) Nobody singing (shhh) Ice in my veins (cold) Breaking the chains (one) Watch for the plates (look) Lock up the gates (wait) Eight-oh-eight slides (slide) Nowhere to hide (hide) Burner phone ringing (ring) Nobody singing (shhh) Ice in my veins (cold) Breaking the chains (one) [Post-Chorus] (Grrr) (Baow) (Facts) (One) [Verse] Move with a limp but I'm heavy on feet Cold in the kitchen we're turning the heat Look at the window and look at the street Unmarked car and it's looking for me Code on the screen and it's telling me 'run' Load up the clip and I'm holding the gun Trusting nobody not even my son Work till the job and the profit is done Heard there’s a rat (who?) Give him a hat (baow) Flat is too quiet Starting a riot Zurna is screaming I am not dreaming Feds at the light Ruining the night [Chorus] Watch for the plates (look) Lock up the gates (wait) Eight-oh-eight slides (slide) Nowhere to hide (hide) Burner phone ringing (ring) Nobody singing (shhh) Ice in my veins (cold) Breaking the chains (one) Watch for the plates (look) Lock up the gates (wait) Eight-oh-eight slides (slide) Nowhere to hide (hide) Burner phone ringing (ring) Nobody singing (shhh) Ice in my veins (cold) Breaking the chains (one) [Bridge] Door kick coming (wait) Hear the boots running (wait) Keep the bags moving (move) Nothing is soothing (cold) Steel on the hinges Living on fringes No time for flinches Counting the inches [Verse] High-rise view (view) Sky looking blue (blue) Blood on the shoe (shoe) Nothing is new (new) Backfire sound (pop) Hitting the ground (drop) Don't make a sound (shhh) Wait till they're found Coded and loaded Ego eroded System is bloated Truth is unquoted Check the perimeter Kill the transmitter Life is a bitter End for the quitter [Chorus] Watch for the plates (look) Lock up the gates (wait) Eight-oh-eight slides (slide) Nowhere to hide (hide) Burner phone ringing (ring) Nobody singing (shhh) Ice in my veins (cold) Breaking the chains (one) Watch for the plates (look) Lock up the gates (wait) Eight-oh-eight slides (slide) Nowhere to hide (hide) Burner phone ringing (ring) Nobody singing (shhh) Ice in my veins (cold) Breaking the chains (one) [Outro]
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