格差つける俺のhustlin
悪いことする仲間達
調子に乗る雑魚には向けない目
てか俺らは歩いてくどこまで
クソな街から飛び出してるFriends
1ヶ月で地元に帰ってるFriends
俺らはstreetの育ち
だからdrop outする社会
楽して稼ぐことに慣れたbroにゆってる
これから先どうするねん
痛み分かちあってた雨の中も
あいつに挑んだやつは今も掃き溜め
10代罰とかマリファナ売ってる
狭い町で稼ぐFriends
俺は社会で稼いでる金
寒い町生き抜いてるmy dawg

あいつは21なのにな17のガキをdisってる
限られてる場所の中でしてたdeal
俺の地元のやつは価値を知ってるJSB
アンチ湧いても街じゃ俺らいつも悪ノリ
walking the street 別にいつも敵無し

消えてったヤツらの分
プレッシャーを背負ってる
渡すchain いつか俺らvv SSchain
play gang bangしてるやつらが
狙ってるよfuck Bitch
一緒にすんなよ俺らはSouthだろfriends
city boyとかも引き合いに
立てないぐらいの俺らのSWAG
we out side From South side
から来たlast SAMURAI

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Made Another Play feat. Tripz (prod.flames260)

SLOWMO.DEMO

Addressing: Suge Knight

"The Ghost of Death Row" is not a reckless diss track built on empty threats. It is a calculated, lyrical intervention—a cold, hard look in the mirror held up to a fallen king. Over a diabolical, minimalist beat of haunting piano and heavy 808s, the track methodically dismantles the myth to reveal the man: isolated, abandoned, and burdened by a legacy of his own making.

The intention here is precision, not violence. The wordplay is the weapon. Metaphors of cages, zookeepers, and crumbling empires illustrate a profound power shift, where the only thing left to rule is a kingdom of regrets. The lyrics confront the unsolved mysteries and whispered questions of the past not with accusations, but with an unflinching narrative that is far more damning: the story of a once-feared ruler who became the architect of his own prison.

This is a eulogy for a legacy written while its subject is still alive to hear it. It’s the sound of the ghost of Death Row itself finally answering back. No screaming, no bluster—just the deafening, menacing weight of the truth.

Song written by: Tr4p Floor & QuickJaw McDraw
Produced by: Tr4p Floor

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