Reaction King

[Intro] (Instrumental b**t drop with gritty bassline and sharp snares) [Verse 1] Steppin’ out the trap, got my boots in the mud, Cash in the duffle, no time for the thugs. They see my grin, think I’m playin’ it chill, But cross that line—watch the hound gettin’ ill. Chevy low-rider, tints pitch-black, Ain’t here for the drama, but I’ll swing like a bat. Southern roots tangled with these concrete vines, You test the crown? Boy, you’re outta your mind. [Pre-Chorus] They wanna smoke, I don’t flick, I just blow, Rattlesnake quick in a head-to-toe flow. Moonlight glint on the chrome of my steel, Mess with my peace? Let’s see how you feel. [Chorus] When white folks try to k**l me, I react like a hillbilly, Dirt-road rage in a city of skyscrapers, really. Grab the wheel, hit the gas, let the gravel fly, You ain’t seen crazy till you see this guy reply! [Verse 2] Hood politic, every move’s a chess game, Whisper my name, and the block knows the flame. Moonshine b***d, but I’m spittin’ pure gold, Play dirty? I’ll bury your sins in the mold. Got a crew that’s loyal, no snakes in the grass, We don’t hunt trouble—trouble don’t last. But slip up once, and I’ll turn up the heat, Ain’t no preacher here—just Judgment Day on the street. [Bridge] They thought I’d fold, thought I’d kneel, nah—I’m built, Rust on the surface, but the engine’s gilt. From backwoods grit to these neon wars, I’m the ghost in the alley, kickin’ down doors. [Chorus] When white folks try to k**l me, I react like a hillbilly, Dirt-road rage in a city of skyscrapers, really. Grab the wheel, hit the gas, let the gravel fly, You ain’t seen crazy till you see this guy reply! [Outro] (B**t fades with echoing guitar riff and distant sirens) --- **Language of Input Content:** English