Snowboard God

[Intro]
Yeah
Big hill
Big talk (hah)
Watch this
[Verse 1]
Stomp off the lift, boots tight, board gleamin'
Fog in the mask, black hood, heart beatin'
Carve first line through the fresh laid season
Whole slope freeze when they see my steez in
Spray to the face like a wake-up call
Chip on my edge, put fear in the fall
Talk cheap at the lodge, I don’t hear that at all
I let the run do the runnin', I just stand tall (yeah)
[Chorus]
They call me snowboard god on the mountain (on the mountain)
Every little turn feel sacred, count it (count it)
Air so cold, but the style stay flaunted
Pray for the ride, get the line you wanted
Snowboard god on the mountain (say it)
King of the drop, no doubtin' (spray it)
If the peak look far, I’m about it
Snowboard god on the mountain
[Verse 2]
Knuckles all scarred from the rail-side battles
Heel side check when the ice patch rattles
360 spin, see the sky then vanish
Land so clean make the fall line panic
Lift line buzz, hear my name get whispered
Goggles down low, I’m a storm through the blizzard
You post tricks, I post records on the tracker
You chase clout, I chase powder like a raptor (yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
They call me snowboard god on the mountain (on the mountain)
Every little turn feel sacred, count it (count it)
Air so cold, but the style stay flaunted
Pray for the ride, get the line you wanted
Snowboard god on the mountain
King of the drop, no doubtin'
If the peak look far, I’m about it
Snowboard god on the mountain (woo)

rap, Hard-edged trap beat with gritty 808s, crisp hats, and cinematic brass stabs; male vocals, confident and cocky. Verses lock into a tight double-time pocket, hook opens wider with stacked ad-libs and crowd-style shouts. Final chorus adds extra harmonies and a distorted vocal layer for an anthemic, victorious finish.