tekst piosenki
[Verse 1]
I came in quiet, now they all look up
Boots on the tile and the frame shook
Two-tone chain, cold as the sink
Hands in the air when I start to think
Pocket full of change, pocket full of doubt
Big talk boys let the fake slip out
I read the room like a license plate
One wrong move and it get too late
[Pre-Chorus]
Hold that line
Watch me slide
Crowd lean back
When I arrive
[Chorus]
Back door tally, count it up
Back door tally, don't run up
Back door tally, know the code
Back door tally, lock that road
(Back door tally)
(Count it up)
(Back door tally)
(Lock that road)
[Verse 2]
Old scars show when the sleeves roll high
New face, same grin, same hard eye
I don't chase, I let 'em come
Then the whole place hush when the bass hit rum
One phone buzz, then the night shift change
One missed step and it all rearrange
I got my name in the smoke, in the mud
Still stand straight when they talk too tough
[Pre-Chorus]
Hold that line
Watch me slide
Crowd lean back
When I arrive
[Chorus]
Back door tally, count it up
Back door tally, don't run up
Back door tally, know the code
Back door tally, lock that road
(Back door tally)
(Count it up)
(Back door tally)
(Lock that road)
[Bridge]
Look in my eyes, you can tell it's real
No clean hands, but I know the deal
If I speak once, better heed that sign
When I step through, everything align
[Chorus]
Back door tally, count it up
Back door tally, don't run up
Back door tally, know the code
Back door tally, lock that road
(Back door tally)
(Count it up)
(Back door tally)
(Lock that road)
Styl muzyki
Rap, 135 BPM gang anthem with clipped hi-hat bounce and heavy sub pulse; verse rides sparse drums and tense piano stabs, pre-chorus lifts with rising vocal stacks, chorus hits with group shouts and a sticky chant. Lead vocal is gritty and close-mic with doubled ad-libs, quick delay throws on end rhymes, and occasional panned replies. Ear candy includes siren risers, reversed swells, and impact hits into the hook. Bright, punchy, and hard-hitting., rap