[Intro]
(half-time snare, sparse dark piano, hi-hat ghosting)
Yeah—yeah. Watch the neon. (vocal chop)
[Verse 1] (16 bars — punchy triplet flows, sliding 808 underlined)
I step out the neon alley, cold chain on my wrist
Midnight corners whisper, every shadow got a list
Triplet on my tongue, I speak in clipped commands
Foot on the pavement, I convert fear to plans
Stilettos in puddles where the streetlamps bleed gold
Ledger full of promises I never could fold
I move like a chess queen, every lane is mapped
They count my losses, I count the checks I stacked
Heartbeat like hi-hats, tick-tick, cadence tight
Sliding 808s under ribs, I own the night
Mama said "survive, child", so I sharpened my voice
Turned cold corners into stages — now I got choice
No silver spoon, just grit and a lighter strike
I trade past for profit, I hustle in the night
They test my edges, I sharpen, then I deal
Crown heavy, shoulders steady — I run the drill
[Pre-Hook] (short ad-lib, vocal chop)
(Hit the hi-hat roll) Yeah—watch me move, watch me build
[Chorus / Hook] (mantra, 4–8 syllables — earworm repeat)
I run the drill (I run the drill)
I run the drill (I run the drill)
I run the drill (vocal chop, ad-lib: don’t test me)
I run the drill
[Verse 2] (16 bars — grittier stakes, concrete imagery, braggadocio)
Neon flicker on my jacket, city maps in my head
Cold chains bite my collar but I wear 'em like thread
Corner kids know my face, call me fortitude
Left the past on a stoop, took my name, my attitude
I hustle for the baby on a couch with one light
For the promise on my mama's lips, I fight the night
Enemies in mirrors, friends with sharpened smiles
I flip foes to followers, convert them to miles
Triplet trip, spit quick—barrel of metaphors
I got receipts on the corner where the devils chore
Half-time snare, I step, then I linger, then I split
Sliding 808s tell stories where the cold nights sit
This isn't just flex, it's oxygen for us
I breathe success for the lost, I turn stone into trust
They thought I’d break—watch me build an iron will
Concrete roses bloom where I plant — I run the drill
[Pre-Hook] (vocal ad-lib, call-in)
(whisper) For them. For us. (build) For everything I left behind.
[Chorus / Hook]
I run the drill (I run the drill)
I run the drill (I run the drill)
I run the drill (vocal chop, layered harmonies)
I run the drill
[Bridge] (call-and-response, emotional nuance, stakes revealed)
Call: What you fighting for?
Response: For the baby, for the promise, for the nights they cried
Call: Who you answer to?
Response: My blood, my name, the block where I survived
Call: Will you fall?
Response: Not while breath is in me — I lift the tribe
(half-time trap breakdown — sparse organ, low synth)
[Final Chorus / Hook] (big, anthem finish, vocal chops & ad-libs)
I run the drill (I run the drill) — crown on, don’t test me
I run the drill (I run the drill) — neon throne, confess me
I run the drill (repeat, layered) — sliding 808s, hi-hat spills
I run the drill (tag) — crown on, I run the dr
