My Block, My Bible
Diaa Fathy Ibrahim
rap
deep
dark
aggressive trap beat built on sub-heavy 808s and rapid
ticking hats; eerie detuned bell and minor-key synth line weaving through the verses. Male vocals in a tight
relentless gangster-trap flow
ad-libs tucked in the sides. Hook explodes with stacked shouts
pitch-shifted doubles
and a stuttering energy perfect for car systems and street runs. Sparse piano stabs in the bridge for a brief cold moment before the final chorus slams back in.
Criado em fev 6, 2026
Letras
[Intro]
Engine hum low
Windows half down
Whole crew locked in
Eyes on the town (skrrt)
[Verse 1]
Came from the corner store dust
Coin on the counter, all trust
Turned every L to a lesson
Now every run is a blessing
Phone on mute, just vibrate
Plates on the car, they lightweight
Mask in the dash, same driveway
Same old block but a wide lane
Slide through slow, that crawl pace
Tint so dark, just all face
You can see truth in the jawline
Read my past in the chalk line (yeah)
Mama said pick up a bible
I picked up pace on the cycle
Now I got both on the dash
Scripture and metal and cash
[Chorus]
My block, my bible, my gang
All black hoodie, same name
Earned these scars, no chain
Still that flame in the rain
My block, my bible, my code (my code)
Ride for the ones I chose (I chose)
Hands on the wheel, ten-to-four
Eyes on the grind, want more
My block, my bible, my gang (gang)
Prayers tucked under that bang (bang)
If I fall off, I rise
Real ones read it in my eyes
[Verse 2]
Night shift heart, I don’t daydream
Count these plays, that’s a great scheme
Owe me once, that’s a late fee
Cross that line, that’s a straight bleed
I don’t do talk for the timeline
I do talk with a fine line
Draw that mark in the concrete
Either you with or you roadkill
Seen best friends turn ghost quick
Same ones begging for the old pics
I don’t scroll back, I scroll racks
Keep that focus where the soul at
Still hit Ma with the rent slip
Still keep God in the sentence
Still keep steel in the center
Still won’t fold when it’s tension (never)
[Chorus]
My block, my bible, my gang
All black hoodie, same name
Earned these scars, no chain
Still that flame in the rain
My block, my bible, my code (my code)
Ride for the ones I chose (I chose)
Hands on the wheel, ten-to-four
Eyes on the grind, want more
My block, my bible, my gang (gang)
Prayers tucked under that bang (bang)
If I fall off, I rise
Real ones read it in my eyes
[Bridge]
Cold night, heater on low
Street sign flicker like strobe
Say a quick word for my dead
Then I go chase what’s ahead (amen)
[Chorus]
My block, my bible, my gang
All black hoodie, same name
Earned these scars, no chain
Still that flame in the rain
My block, my bible, my code (my code)
Ride for the ones I chose (I chose)
Hands on the wheel, ten-to-four
Eyes on the grind, want more
My block, my bible, my gang (gang)
Prayers tucked under that bang (bang)
If I fall off, I rise
Real ones read it in my eyes (gang)
Engine hum low
Windows half down
Whole crew locked in
Eyes on the town (skrrt)
[Verse 1]
Came from the corner store dust
Coin on the counter, all trust
Turned every L to a lesson
Now every run is a blessing
Phone on mute, just vibrate
Plates on the car, they lightweight
Mask in the dash, same driveway
Same old block but a wide lane
Slide through slow, that crawl pace
Tint so dark, just all face
You can see truth in the jawline
Read my past in the chalk line (yeah)
Mama said pick up a bible
I picked up pace on the cycle
Now I got both on the dash
Scripture and metal and cash
[Chorus]
My block, my bible, my gang
All black hoodie, same name
Earned these scars, no chain
Still that flame in the rain
My block, my bible, my code (my code)
Ride for the ones I chose (I chose)
Hands on the wheel, ten-to-four
Eyes on the grind, want more
My block, my bible, my gang (gang)
Prayers tucked under that bang (bang)
If I fall off, I rise
Real ones read it in my eyes
[Verse 2]
Night shift heart, I don’t daydream
Count these plays, that’s a great scheme
Owe me once, that’s a late fee
Cross that line, that’s a straight bleed
I don’t do talk for the timeline
I do talk with a fine line
Draw that mark in the concrete
Either you with or you roadkill
Seen best friends turn ghost quick
Same ones begging for the old pics
I don’t scroll back, I scroll racks
Keep that focus where the soul at
Still hit Ma with the rent slip
Still keep God in the sentence
Still keep steel in the center
Still won’t fold when it’s tension (never)
[Chorus]
My block, my bible, my gang
All black hoodie, same name
Earned these scars, no chain
Still that flame in the rain
My block, my bible, my code (my code)
Ride for the ones I chose (I chose)
Hands on the wheel, ten-to-four
Eyes on the grind, want more
My block, my bible, my gang (gang)
Prayers tucked under that bang (bang)
If I fall off, I rise
Real ones read it in my eyes
[Bridge]
Cold night, heater on low
Street sign flicker like strobe
Say a quick word for my dead
Then I go chase what’s ahead (amen)
[Chorus]
My block, my bible, my gang
All black hoodie, same name
Earned these scars, no chain
Still that flame in the rain
My block, my bible, my code (my code)
Ride for the ones I chose (I chose)
Hands on the wheel, ten-to-four
Eyes on the grind, want more
My block, my bible, my gang (gang)
Prayers tucked under that bang (bang)
If I fall off, I rise
Real ones read it in my eyes (gang)