Cruisin' Through the Smoke

[Verse]
Sunset bleeding, skyline dripping gold
Corners sharp, but the whip stay cold
Palm trees waving like they know my name
Streetlights hum, serenading the game
Dust on the kicks, but the soul stays clean
Life in the cracks, where the broken dream
Streets full of whispers, truth in the breeze
Riding slow motion, no need to appease
[Chorus]
Cruisin' through the smoke, windows low
World moving fast, but we take it slow
Echoes in the night, where the real ones grow
Cruisin' through the smoke, this the only flow
[Verse 2]
Chain swing heavy, it’s a pendulum clock
Time ticking different when you stay on the block
Hood sermons preached through a car’s bassline
Every nod from the heads says, "That’s divine"
Gas station lights, neon haze in the air
Stories in the shadows, they linger, they stare
No throne, no crown, but the vibe still king
Every breath a verse, every step a swing
[Bridge]
Horns from the whip like a trumpet in war
This life’s a cipher, I’m penning the score
Ash from the past dusting up my door
But we keep cruising, needing nothing more

head-nodding groove., trap west coast early 2000s, laid-back beats with mellow synths, rap, and male vocals. emphasis on a relaxed, deep basslines, hip hop