Prompt / Lyrics
Intro – chopped, slow fade-in] Slow life… slab lights… City glow, neon nights… Yeah… Tribe and his rider… ⸻ [Hook – melodic sing-rap, stretched vowels] It’s me and mine, ride or die Slab slide while the world pass by Locked in tight, we don’t fold Closed door problems never told Swang wide, just us two Neon lights when we slide through If you touch one, you touch both That’s a line you don’t cross, no joke ⸻ [Verse 1] Tribe don’t play ’bout the one he love Two locked tight like a hand in glove Might fuss loud but we stay solid Cross that line, that’s a closed-door problem Real deal chill, keep it low key Gangster blues, that’s the code we keep Bonnie and Clyde in the slab at night Southside stars under neon lights Nothing to lose when you built like that Ride or die vibe and we stand on that Swang lane to lane, keep the system fed Slow life rhythm in the city of red ⸻ [Verse 2 – build it deeper] She know my flaws, I know her fire Two strong souls with the same desire World get loud but we move in silence Pressure outside, inside it’s guidance Paint drip shine when we lane switch smooth Whole city watch how the real ones move No fake love, no halfway trust If it’s me or you, it’s always us Storms come hard but we don’t break Steel in the spine, no room to shake Backseat talks while the bassline hum Every war we face, we face as one ⸻ [Hook – repeat, slightly bigger] It’s me and mine, ride or die Slab slide while the world pass by Locked in tight, we don’t fold Closed door problems never told Swang wide, just us two Neon lights when we slide through If you touch one, you touch both That’s a line you don’t cross, no joke ⸻ [Outro – slowed, chopped hook lines] Bonnie… Clyde… slab glide… Me and mine… ride or die… Closed doors… no lies… Southside… slow life…
Tags
Slow southern rap, 70 BPM, bluesy guitar, deep 808s, melodic hook, screwed influence
Duration
3:25
Instrumental
No
Created
2/25/2026