Closed Case
• Written by LilWRLDPain
**Closed Case**
Hook
Dropped an opp, lights low, yeah — closed case (yah)
Phone on silent, heart cold, no trace (skrrt)
Stacked nights, heavy doors, slow pace (woo)
Closed case, closed case — move with no face (ayy)
Verse 1
Night shift, heater tucked, city hums low
Sneakers on gravel, watch the headlamps glow
We don’t do loud, we do quiet, we do ghost
Hands in pockets, pockets full, keep it close
Clock ticks, backroads, know the routes by feel
Paper thin alibis, but the steel keep it real
Eyes in the dark, lessons learned, no debate
Cross lines once, you learn the cost when it’s late
Pre-Hook
No sirens, no headlines, just hush on the block
Old friends change lanes, some doors never unlock
We talk in the code, keep trust in the safe
One wrong move, one late call — closed case
Hook
Dropped an opp, lights low, yeah — closed case (yah)
Phone on silent, heart cold, no trace (skrrt)
Stacked nights, heavy doors, slow pace (woo)
Closed case, closed case — move with no face (ayy)
Verse 2
Money folded, stories tucked beneath the seams
Headlines don’t know the half of the in‑between
Mama praying on the porch, candles in the night
I’m counting breaths and bills beneath the streetlight
No glory in the echo, no medals in the mud
Just footsteps fading fast through the afterblood
We say it’s business, call it life, call it fate
But every closed door leaves a name and a weight
Bridge
Gotta sleep with one eye, dreams clipped like wings
Friends switch colors fast, loyalty’s a thin thing
If you ride, you ride steady — if you don’t, don’t pretend
This life’s a ledger, every debt comes due in the end
Breakdown (ad-libs)
Yeah — hush, hush — stacked up, quiet flex
Skrrt, skrrt — blacked out, no regrets (no)
Ayy — keep the circle small, keep the list succinct
Closed case — lights out, ink dry, blink
Hook (variation)
Dropped an opp, no talk, just closed case (yah)
Shadows move, clock winds, slow pace (skrrt)
Stacked up nights, every door leaves a trace (woo)
Closed case, closed case — no face, no face (ayy)
Outro
We fold the map, burn the notes, let it sleep
City keeps turning, secrets that it keeps
Not proud of the silence, not proud of the chase
But that night taught the streets — it was a closed case.
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About the Artist
LilWRLDPain
Member since September 6 2025