Beep Beep

Beep beep — nah bitch, that's death in the hallway
Smoke in the throat and your lungs on Broadway
Flame in the frame while you post that fit
House burn down but you still take pics
Click-spark flash in the blackout crawl
Heat on the wall while the beams still fall
Beep beep bitch, that's your warning sign
But you roll that blunt while the kids flatline
Hot pot boiling in a one-plug shack
Fridge on fire in a midnight snack
Gas leak creep through the floorboard crack
And the landlord swears it's a "budget hack"
Chirp from the ceiling been crying for years
Battery dead like your conscience, dear
You pray with a candle in a room half-gassed
While the match in your hand got a death-date fast
Cheap-ass cord with a melt-mark streak
Coil round the bed in a blackout week
Shit's sparking live in a puddle drip
And your dumb ass laughing for a TikTok clip
(Yeah) sirens spin but you sip on that lean
Whole block burn for the gram routine
Every post tagged with a funeral vibe
When the smoke hits hard and the crew don't survive
Test that bitch or it's body-bag season
Beep beep — too late for the prayer
Beep beep — that's death in the air
Siren season in a broke-ass flat
Whole crew cooked for a rent too fat
Every chirp's a curse and a countdown cold
Every beep's a will that you never wrote bold
Siren season in a coffin chic
Dress code flames with a smoke-soaked streak
Every spark's a shot in the blackout dream
And the beep's your ghost in the livestream scheme
One door jammed from the rusted frame
Window's painted shut so you roast the same
Gas leak hiss in the blackout heat
And the baby can't breathe through the carbon sheet
Cheap-ass landlord on a cruise for weeks
While the rats chew wires and the tap still leaks
Smoke stack swell from the vent you block
For a winter heat hack with a towel stock
Grill in the kitchen with the door swung wide
And the propane tank got a burn mark side
Stove gone rogue in a pot roast fire
And the cord in the hall sparks like a live wire
Beep beep — now the hallways glow
But you chasing likes in the death-row show
Every post tagged with a "bless my feed"
While your neighbor screams in a lung's stampede
Click-flash dash with the hallway black
Heat from the floor and the beams all crack
Clear that flat but your shit's all gone
Only thing left is a death-date song
Ash in the air and the rent still due
Bodies in bags while the lease runs through
Landlord shrugs while the cops take notes
And the state just shrugs in their "thoughts and quotes"
New tenant moves in with the same broke wires
And the chirp from the ceiling still sings to liars
Siren season don't end when it rains
Only thing wet's the blood in the drains
So test that bitch or prepare that suit
Box in the ground or the ash in the boot
Beep beep — nah bitch, that's hell on call
And the flames don't care for your rent at all
Beep beep in the silence late
That's the reaper knocking with a dinner plate
Offline's a myth when the flames still sing
Siren season's king with a smoke-stained wing