I need a beat!

Steel on my hip, it ain't just for show, Gun smoke in the air, movin' fast, layin' low. It's a cold lullaby, mama cryin' in pain, While another soul drops, blood soaks in the rain. These blocks ain't made for the soft or the weak, 'Cause the ones who survive don't dare to speak. Ain’t no glory in heat, just scars and shame, But we trapped in this loop, and the rules stay the same. When folks go missin’, the cops don't chase, Stuffin' donuts in they mouths, draggin’ dead weight. Talkin’ ‘bout a raise, they need a gym instead, Only time I see 'em work is when they spread on a bed. OG told me, “Son, that steel feels like might, But it fades when you locked up, losin' sleep every night. Judge bang the gavel, now you facin’ your fate, Prayin’ to the Devil, but he close the gate.” Even your girl gone ghost, like you never meant a thing, Just another sad note in the songs that we sing. Every trigger got a tale, most never unfold, But they all end the same — stiff body, face cold. Can someone please make a beat please for this.