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Lyrics
[Intro]
Two-step
Front step
Sweat drip
Sunset
[Verse 1]
Got my old shoes talking on the cracked-up stone
Neighbors on the curb with their face in their phone
I’m hollering “hey!” just to wake up the block
Got groove in my walk, got time on my watch (uh)
Bills in a stack, but the rhythm still paid
Turn my stress into sauce, let it simmer all day
You can see it in the lean, in the lazy sway
Every problem that I got got to move out the way (move)
[Chorus]
Midnight on the front step
We don’t run, we two-step
Turn the trouble to a trumpet
Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow (hey!)
Got the whole hood humming
From the quiet to the ruckus
If the world start bugging
We just funk, we just rap, we just go
[Verse 2]
Little kid on the stoop with a spiral pad
Writing big dreams he ain’t never quite had
I say, “Spit that line, let it hit that air”
He said, “Every time I rhyme, man, I vanish from here”
So we tag that fear with a playful grin
Beatbox on a bucket, let the daylight spin
By the time that the porch light flicker and buzz
He like, “Dang, I ain’t crazy, I’m exactly what I was” (yeah)
[Chorus]
Midnight on the front step
We don’t run, we two-step
Turn the trouble to a trumpet
Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow (oh!)
Got the whole hood humming
From the quiet to the ruckus
If the world start bugging
We just funk, we just rap, we just go
[Bridge]
Hands up
Palms high
One laugh
One cry
Same block
New day
Same groove
New way (uh)
[Chorus]
Midnight on the front step
We don’t run, we two-step
Turn the trouble to a trumpet
Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow (hey!)
Got the whole hood humming
From the quiet to the ruckus
If the world start bugging
We just funk, we just rap, we just go (go)
We just funk, we just rap, we just go
Details
GeneratedMar 19, 2026
Duration2:34
LanguagePL
Style
rap, Greasy pocket funk-rap cypher: swung drums, rubbery bass, clipped rhythm guitar, and sharp brass hits. Male vocals ride a tight, conversational flow on the verses; hook blooms with stacked call-and-response chants. Subtle clav and organ stabs glue it together, with a brief breakdown that drops to just bass, snaps, and voice before the final chorus explodes., funk
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Prompt by
Rotexthareal
RotextharealModelAria v5
Prompt
funk, rap
