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Lyrics
[Intro]
Back and forth
Cali breeze to Chi’ wind
Yeah
(Hah)
[Verse 1]
I took the sunshine
Stuffed it in a duffle, made it snow in June
UPS box full of thunder
Every time it land, whole block go boom
Highway look like a barcode
Every exit got a different alias
Plates flip like acrobatics
Whole route mapped like I’m sailing ships
Vacuum-sealed sins in the cardboard
Karma in the tracking code, ticking
Feds tryna read my future
All they get is static and encryption
[Chorus]
I’m on that back-and-forth, Cali to Chicago
Duffle full of daydreams, all paid in blood though
Vacuum-sealed prayers, riding with the cargo
If the blue lights hit, then it’s sink or it’s swallow
Back-and-forth runs, coast to the cosmos
Money smell strong like it came from a Bible
Feds on my heels, but I dance with the shadows
Till the wheels fall off or the reaper say “Bravo” (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Windy city winter in the trunk
Golden state summer in the driver seat
Whole brick look like a blank canvas
I just let the hunger paint the street
Phone never ring on Sunday
That’s the day I talk to all my ghosts
Weighed grams on a diner plate
Turned last year’s trauma into toast
I got friends in every terminal
Hug me like a cousin, call me “sir”
They don’t ask why the box so heavy
They just love how the tips transfer
Interstate lines like lifelines
Every mile marker feel like trial dates
Pray the judge oversleep
While I’m counting up the high stakes
[Bridge]
[Beat drops to bass and snaps]
Raindrops on the windshield
Look like red dots in my mind (pew)
Heartbeats sync with the mile signs
If I see blue, I’m going blind (skrrt)
[Beat slams back in]
[Chorus]
I’m on that back-and-forth, Cali to Chicago
Duffle full of daydreams, all paid in blood though
Vacuum-sealed prayers, riding with the cargo
If the blue lights hit, then it’s sink or it’s swallow
Back-and-forth runs, coast to the cosmos
Money smell strong like it came from a Bible
Feds on my heels, but I dance with the shadows
Till the wheels fall off or the reaper say “Bravo”
Details
GeneratedJan 18, 2026
Duration2:22
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Menacing West/Midwest trap banger; dark detuned bells and eerie pads over sliding 808s and skittering hi-hats. Male vocals, close and gritty in the verses, hook opens with wider doubles and low-octave ad-libs. Beat breathes before each bar line with quick drop-outs; bridge strips to bass and snaps, then full drums slam back for the final hook., beats, hip hop
Credits
Prompt by
BiScotti
BiScottiModelAria v5
Prompt
inspired with unique metaphors and gangster lyrics. back and forth from Cali to Chicago with duffle bags of loot. Vacuum sealed packs from UPS. Feds on the trail, rap, hip hop, trap, beats, male
