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Lyrics
[Verse]
Newburgh streets, homie rolling clean,
Whippin' in the hoop, paint fresh and mean,
Corners turn, bread stackin', green,
Late night grind, unseen, unseen.
[Verse 2]
Pockets fat, never slack, always fervent,
Cruisin' by the spot, vibe pure, current,
Gold rims gleam, aura so vibrant,
Bag full of stacks, praises and rants.
[Chorus]
Yo, we rollin' in the dark, stars fading,
Newburgh homies, now ain’t that elating,
Kings on the block, no imitating,
Money on the mind, time not wasting.
[Verse 3]
Church on the mount, spirits high, vibes deep,
Soul chasing dreams while the whole hood sleep,
Awakin' the real, give 'em something to keep,
Scripture and hustle, the profit is steep.
[Verse 4]
With the pedal down, we cruise through the grind,
Shakin' shadows off, leavin' drama behind,
Stopping at the bodega, deals unsigned,
Cash in the duffle, future so aligned.
[Bridge]
In Newburgh nights, we raise hell, no façade,
Faith the front seat, cash in the garage,
Every ride’s an odyssey, spiritual barrage,
Solidified our hustle, now that's a mirage.
Details
GeneratedFeb 1, 2025
Duration4:00
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, boom bap, gritty, hip hop
Credits
Prompt byZestyNeuron686
ModelAria v4
Prompt
A hip hop boom bap song about two friends riding around the neighborhood of Newburgh New York raising hell making money driving Nice cars, and making stops along the way Spiritual,Hard, rap, vinyl
