Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Roll it up Pass that Ash on the dash, we laugh (yeah yeah) [Verse 1] Wake up, eyes red, feelin’ like I never slept Grind in the tray, little bits all on my sweats Lighter in my pocket like a habit I protect Flame kiss green, then the stress all disconnects Smoke in the sun, we just posted on the steps Homie got a pack and he say it’s all the best Clouds in the car, can’t see through the glass Still hit the corner, slow ride, no fast Munchies hit late, hit the bodega Chips, two sodas, and a fruit flavor Laugh ‘bout life like it don’t owe favors Whole crew wavy, we the high-risk takers (woo) [Chorus] I be blown by my own boss 4-20 on my own clock Whole day in a green haze Every puff make the pain fade I be blown, I don’t come down Eyes low but I’m up now Light it, hit it, then I lift off I be blown by my own boss (yeah) [Verse 2] Phone on mute, I don’t care who text Backwood stuffin’, both hands in a mess Ashtray full, that’s a long day’s flex Rent paid up, so the smoke feel blessed Neighbors smell loud through the hallway vent Ask what I do, say I just invent Lines in my head while the room go bent Every bar sticky, every thought half-sent We don’t need club lights, just a couch and a view Cartoon on loop, we forgot it was on mute Laugh ‘til we cry, then we dive in the fridge Leftover rice and a slice, that’s a binge (ha) [Chorus] I be blown by my own boss 4-20 on my own clock Whole day in a green haze Every puff make the pain fade I be blown, I don’t come down Eyes low but I’m up now Light it, hit it, then I lift off I be blown by my own boss (yeah yeah)
Tags
rap, Dark, bouncy trap beat around 140 BPM, skittering hi-hats and booming low-end. Male vocals with a laid-back, smoky delivery; verses ride the pocket with swagger and detailed lifestyle flexes. Hook widens with layered ad-libs and airy pads, bass stays heavy but controlled. Occasional filtered drops into half-time for impact before the chorus slams back in.
Duration
2:17
Instrumental
No
Created
3/8/2026