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Over My Shoulder

Over My Shoulder

Lil Durk-style drill rap, mid-tempo, gritty, melancholic, trap beats, moody synth underlay, raw and unfiltered vocals
David MFeb 5, 2026
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[Intro – tense, brooding vibe] Street lights flicker on the block Every shadow feels like a plot [Verse 1 – wary, sharp mood] Grew up seeing smiles turn to knives Learned to count my blessings twice Hands in my pockets, eyes on the door Can’t let no stranger cross my floor Last time I trusted, I got burned Now every promise feels unearned [Chorus 1 – bitter, guarded mood] I’m always looking over my shoulder Can’t let no soul get any closer Every hand that reaches out might be a trap Got my back against the wall, can’t take no crap I’m always looking over my shoulder Can’t let no soul get any closer Love turned to hate, friends turned to foes In this game, you either win or you fold [Verse 2 – cynical, cautious mood] Text from a homie I ain’t seen in months My first thought is what he want from me, hunts Used to ride together, now I keep my distance ‘Cause loyalty’s a word that lost its existence They’ll clap for you when you’re on top But kick you down when you hit the drop [Chorus 2 – weary, defensive mood] I’m always looking over my shoulder Can’t let no soul get any closer Every hand that reaches out might be a trap Got my back against the wall, can’t take no crap I’m always looking over my shoulder Can’t let no soul get any closer Love turned to hate, friends turned to foes In this game, you either win or you fold [Bridge – frustrated, raw mood] I wish I could let my guard down for a night But the streets taught me to fight with all my might Every face has a secret, every word a lie In this life, you either run or you die [Chorus 3 – desperate, unyielding mood] I’m always looking over my shoulder Can’t let no soul get any closer Every hand that reaches out might be a trap Got my back against the wall, can’t take no crap I’m always looking over my shoulder Can’t let no soul get any closer Love turned to hate, friends turned to foes In this game, you either win or you fold [Outro – fading, somber mood] Street lights dim on the block Still watching for the next plot