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[Intro]
Fresh fade, fresh tee
Name tape still creased on me
Boots dusty but the ride clean
Whole squad know what I mean (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Company CDR said, "you released"
First Shirt nod, that’s peace
Stuff my gloves down in that ruck
Toss that thing in the back of the truck
PT belt hangin’ off the rearview
Chain swingin’ while I steer through
Gate guard throw a salute, "you good"
I’m already halfway out the hood
Turn that base road into a runway
Spotify locked on one way
Smell like CLP on my hands
But I’m thinkin’ ’bout bands, not the range plans
Text my cousin, "I’m out the wire"
He hit back, "we on fire"
Mama prayin’, "boy, be safe"
I’m prayin’ this card go swipin’ in place
[Chorus]
Weekend out the wire, we lit, we live
From the motor pool mud to the late-night drive
Got my brothers off duty, we slide, we slide
Black soldier off clock, let me thrive, let me thrive
Weekend out the wire, we lit, we live
From the barracks hallways to the big city lights
Got that weight off my shoulders, I’m high, I’m high
Black soldier off clock, let me thrive, let me thrive (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Swap that camo for a tall white tee
Dog tags tuck but they still on me
Scars from the ruck rub round my waist
Still two-step smooth when the beat shake
Hit my barber in the PX lot
He line me up quick, say the fade look hot
I laugh, "bro, I been in the field"
He say, "tonight you gon’ see how it feel"
Uber pull up, rims still spin
We pile in, whole car full of grins
One from the country, one from the H
One from the block where they lock that gate
But tonight we just young and we black and we free
Out the chain of command, out the duty, that’s key
Still checkin’ my phone for a tasker
Then I catch myself, hit laughter
[Chorus]
Weekend out the wire, we lit, we live
From the motor pool mud to the late-night drive
Got my brothers off duty, we slide, we slide
Black soldier off clock, let me thrive, let me thrive
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Toast to the ones still stuck on staff duty (aye)
Toast to the ones on the night shift movin’
I’ma dance for the homies that ain’t here, too
Boot prints on my past, new kicks on my future
From that 0500 run in the dark
To this parking lot spark, smellin’ like the park
Yeah, they see a uniform Monday to Friday
But tonight they gon’ see who I am, my way (my way)
Details
GeneratedDec 30, 2025
Duration2:41
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Gritty Texas dirty south slap, swung halftime drums and trunk-rattling sub, eerie synth lead over chopped brass stabs. Male vocals sit upfront and confident, ad-libs tucked wide. Hook goes chant-like with doubled vocals and crowd shouts; verse rides the pocket with storytelling detail and a slow head-nod bounce., hip hop
Credits
Prompt by
JonnyBoy
JonnyBoyModelAria v5
Prompt
Texas dirty south hip hop song about a black soldier getting ready to have a lit weekend after being released by the company commander and First Sergeant
