Blunt in My Hand

[Intro]
Ash on my shirt
Smoke in the van
Eyes low, talk terse
Blunt in my hand (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Slide through the block, same hoodie, same chain
Bad nerves, good kush runnin' through my veins
Lighter in my palm, whole crew in the frame
Talk slick, but they quiet when they see my name
Backseat buzzing, that green got me leanin'
Halfway gone but the ice still gleamin'
Phone on mute, but the pack still ringin'
Whole hood know what the smoke really meanin'
[Chorus]
Blunt in my hand, I ain’t stressin' 'bout nothin'
Clouds in the whip while the dashboard thumpin' (woah)
If it ain’t about bread, then we end that discussion
Roll another one up, let it burn, let it buzz, I’m rushin'
Blunt in my hand, whole life in rotation
High in the cut, low-key, no narration
Eyes on the bag, heart cold, no patience
Blunt in my hand, that’s my meditation
[Verse 2]
Cash in the safe, lil' rage in my chest
I been playin' this game like I’m dodgin' arrest
Mama say pray, but I’m prayin' for a check
Got a eighth in the jar and a chip on my neck
Hood dreams, big schemes in a rolled-up leaf
Two pulls, three pulls, then I’m out that beef
Let 'em talk online, they just tap on keys
I’m in the back gettin' lit, stackin' fees with ease
Windows half-down, let the whole block smell it
If I ever took a loss, best believe I’ll sell it
Turn pain to a puff, turn fear to the flame
Every drag that I take put a scar on the game
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Smoke in my lungs
Weight on my mind
If I don’t trust you
You don’t get a light
Cruisin' through the night
Hands on the wheel, one hand on the vibe
I get lost in the haze
Just to feel alive (alive)
[Chorus]

rap, Gritty West Coast bounce with trunk-rattling low end and eerie bell loops. Male vocals, laid-back but menacing delivery; hook comes in chant-like with crowd doubles and ad-libs. Verses keep space for the groove, occasional chopped vocal FX between bars, final hook rides out over filtered drums and swelling risers., gangster rap