Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Patchwork pants Tattooed knees Ash on my tongue Roots in the street [Verse 1] Tie-dye tee, but the fit still mean Bandana hang, but it ain’t for the team Bare feet out on the front yard dirt But I still keep heat under this big old shirt Roll my peace in a paper I twist Incense burnin while I’m clenchin my fist Love my people, love my plants, love breeze But my hand feel heavy when it brush them leaves Got a Glock on my hip and I mumble my sins Sage in the air as the spiral begins Smokin grass, see the sky breathe slow Hug every branch like I can’t let go [Chorus] Gangster hippie Heart full of seeds, clip full of pity Prayin for that slip from an enemy city Smell like smoke, soul stay trippy Gangster hippie Huggin on the trees, eyes all drippy Walk so light but the steel ride with me Soft with the world but the world ain’t pretty [Verse 2] Patch on my vest say “share that love” Tat on my ribs say “don’t get cut” Talk to the moon when the block too loud Talk to the gun when I move through crowds Barefoot step on a cracked brown stone Feel each pebble like a warning tone If they test peace, then the peace might bark Flower in my hair, but my thoughts get dark I’ll pass you the smoke, then I peep your vibe Read your aura while I watch your eyes If your color feel off, then I shift my stance One arm for a hug, one locked in my pants [Chorus] [Bridge] Hands on bark Palms on steel One side heal One side kill I breathe in green Breathe out rage Tryna keep love In a loaded age [Chorus]
Tags
rap, Sparse, moody trap beat with distant flutes, woozy bells, and heavy low-end; swung hi-hats and crisp claps leave pockets for a laid-back, menacing flow. Hook opens up with wide chorus stacks and ad-libs, verses stay close and conversational with subtle stereo delays. Male vocals with a smoky, half-whispered delivery that occasionally jumps to a gritty shout on key punchlines., beats
Duration
2:29
Instrumental
No
Created
1/5/2026