dark industrial gospel-trap meets Memphis phonk and horrorcore, grimy Mobb Deep x drill percussion, aggressive Kanye staccato nasal male rap fused with Travis Scott hazy Auto-Tuned melodies, pitched-up haunted Johnnie Frierson gospel choir samples, heavy overdriven 808 bass slides, lo-fi tape saturation and vinyl crackle fog, dark orchestral stabs, post-punk industrial edges, shoegaze vocal layers, syncopated triplet flow, dry aggressive vocal mix with cathedral reverb on choirs, sudden vacuum beat drops, chopped and screwed soul loops, distorted analog synths, horror organ swells, strained yelled upper registers to vocal fry, death gospel atmosphere, exhausted arrogant male rap delivery

[Intro: pitched-up haunted gospel choir, vinyl crackle fog, slow church-to-trap flip]
Lawd, ah woke up to the sun… (Sun, sun…)
But the cold still in mah bones… (Bones…)
Show me where the wat-ah run…

[Drop: sudden vacuum pause into heavy 808 slide, Mobb Deep grime]
…UGH.

[Verse 1: aggressive staccato nasal male rap, deadpan drawl, glottal stops, breathy vocal percussion, dry forward mix]
Good mawn-in'. (HAAH)
Wake up to the warn-in'.
They out-side, they swarm-in'.
Suit and tie, they form-in'.
Law-yahs on the dash-bode.
Tell 'em crack the pass-code.
Noth-in' in the safe, huh?
Look at what they chase, huh.
Pock-ets lookin' sal-ty.
Blam-in' it on fault-y—
Wires in the sys-tem.
Act-in' like ah missed 'em.
Nah.
Ah seen 'em from the kitch-en.
Lis-ten to 'em bitch-in'.
Wait-in' for the dropp-off.
Watch me take the top off.

[Pre-Chorus: dark melodic shift, Travis Scott hazy Auto-Tuned hook, cathedral reverb swells, strained upper register]
Straight up.
Lookin' down from the top of the spah-ah.
Burn the con-tract, throw it in the fah-ah.
Yeah.
They don't want the truth, they want a lah-ah.
Hide the mon-ey in the floo-ah.
We don't use the front doo-ah.

[Chorus: heavy overdriven 808 bass, syncopated triplet flow, horror organ stabs, exhausted arrogant delivery]
Fah-thah. (Yeah!)
Look at what they both-ah. (Both-ah!)
Tryna take the pow-ah. (Pow-ah!)
Clock-in' ev-ry how-ah. (How-ah!)
Nah.
We ain't goin' un-dah.
Lis-ten to the thun-dah.
Break the bread, split it with the bro-thahs.
Tell 'em we ain't tak-in' no mo-ah off-ahs!

[Bridge: beat switch / vacuum pause, dark orchestral stabs, post-punk industrial percussion, haunted gospel sample decay]
Y'all thought ah was sleep.
Ah just had my eyes closed.

[Verse 2: aggressive rant, chest-heavy nasal rap, glottal stops, strained yelled upper register, drill-adjacent bass slides]
I told 'em straight to they FACE!
Put the mon-ey in the CASE!
Y'all run-nin' in a rat race!
I'm build-in' up a new space!
Look at how they act now!
Tryna take it back now!
I just bought the dirt, yeah!
Put 'em in the dirt, yeah!
Sweat right through the shirt!
Tell me who it hurt! (HAAH)
They don't know the strug-gull!
Turn it to a hus-sull!
Ev-ry sin-gull day, man!
Watch the way ah pray, man!
Don't you ev-ah talk down!
Make 'em do the walk down!
Ah am not the same one!
Ah am not the tame one!

[Outro: vocal fry, exhausted arrogance, deadpan monotone spoken word, fading vinyl crackle and horrorcore organ]
Yeah.
Just woke up.
Good mawn-in'.
Leave it a-lone.
Ah said leave it a-lone.
Cut the mic.

[End]