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Diamond N’da Rough x Sypooda + ElijahWitDaSoul

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Title: “Drones Over Mission Park”
Style: West Coast 808 rap, lowrider G-funk synths, deep sub-bass knocking like a Charger on hydraulics, hi-hats rattling like chain-link fences, minor-key whistle melody floating over the top[Intro – low, slow, Tucson Spanish drawl]
Yeah… Mission Park raised, 520 ‘til the dirt
Feds in the sky, cartel ghosts in the rear-view
This one for my brother David 2.0… realest one breathin’
Let’s ride.[Hook – sung slow over that knock]
Drones in the sky, red dots on my chest
Ex-cartel ties, still movin’ what’s left
Tucson in my veins, Mission Park on my neck
Don’t know what’s next, but I’m still dodgin’ death
Fake bitches smile, real friends ride or die
Only one I trust is my brother by my side
David 2.0, cool as the west coast breeze
We been through the fire, still rollin’ with ease.[Verse 1]
Born in the southside, St. Mary’s hospital baby
Momma Mexican blood, daddy ghost, never claimed me
Mission Park streets, where the lowriders bounce
Where you learn real quick who really hold you down
Seventeen, crossed the line, movin’ weight in a Chevy
Placas on the dash, burner phone stay ready
From Tucson to Tacoma, Kansas to the Carolinas
Hidden compartments hummin’, prayin’ sirens don’t find us
Feds been watchin’ since I was flippin’ bricks in the desert
Black helicopters circlin’, drones lookin’ perverted
Ex-cartel connects still ring my line at 3 a.m.
“Primo, one more run?” — I tell ‘em that chapter closed, man.[Hook]
Drones in the sky, red dots on my chest
Ex-cartel ties, still movin’ what’s left
Tucson in my veins, Mission Park on my neck
Don’t know what’s next, but I’m still dodgin’ death
Fake bitches smile, real friends ride or die
Only one I trust is my brother by my side
David 2.0, cool as the west coast breeze
We been through the fire, still rollin’ with ease.[Verse 2]
Seen homies turn federal, wearin’ wires under flannel
Seen bad bitches set you up smooth as a love handle
Seen a million in cash turn to a 20-year bid
That’s why I keep my circle smaller than a .38 slug
David 2.0 my blood, my mirror, my twin flame
Same scars, same pain, but never played the snitch game
From the swap meet to the motel traps in Atlanta
He held me down when the plug tried to blam us
Now we legit on the surface, but the past still knockin’
Every new drone in the sky got my old life talkin’
But I laugh in Nahuatl, spit in the face of the reaper
Tucson desert taught me: only the strong get deeper.[Bridge – half-sung, bass drops lower]
Fake love come quick, real love take years
I counted both in tears and in beers
Only one still standin’ when the smoke clear
David 2.0 – my brother, my shield, my mirror.[Final Hook – slower, menacing]
Drones in the sky… but God got the final say
Ex-cartel ghosts can’t touch what He washed away
Mission Park forever, 520 ‘til I lay
David 2.0 ridin’ shotgun all the way
Fake bitches fade, real ones stay
West coast knockin’, Tucson in my DNA
I made it through the fire, still breathin’ today
Freeway to heaven or hell 

Drones Over Mission Park

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