

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Came up dodgin’ cabs on the FDR Black ice, brake lights, slide past every car Bronx boy, snow boots, shovel in the trunk Parallel park in a blizzard, that’s light work, punk Now I’m down south, palm trees, cul-de-sac They see one snowflake, whole town fall back Publix packed, milk gone, bread all cleared Whole state shut down ‘cause the sky got weird [Chorus] I’m a snow pro, rollin’ through Cary (skrrt, skrrt) Y’all do ten on a flurry, that’s scary Back home, this dust is a Tuesday slow Out here, one inch and the world say “go home” I’m a snow pro, chillin’ in Cary (yeah) Salt in the veins, boy, that’s hereditary New York raised, y’all already know You can’t drive, but you sure can pray in snow [Verse 2] Neighbor got chains on his tires for a half inch I’m in gym shorts, flip-flops, don’t even flinch They fishtail at the sign, I just yawn, then glide One hand, coffee, other hand, wheel, I slide Waze say “hazard,” that’s a dusting where I’m from This is recess, back then, that was just how we run Cary group chat blowin’ up, “Schools might close!” I’m like “Where?” All I see is slush on your clothes [Chorus] I’m a snow pro, rollin’ through Cary (woah) Y’all do ten on a flurry, that’s scary Back home, this dust is a Tuesday slow Out here, one inch and the world say “go home” I’m a snow pro, chillin’ in Cary (hey!) Salt in the veins, boy, that’s hereditary New York raised, y’all already know You can’t drive, but you sure can pray in snow [Bridge] Whole town panickin’, I’m like “Light breeze” Y’all spinnin’ in a parking lot at five degrees If you see a NY plate, just follow my lane I’ma guide y’all through this flurry like a local train (uh) [Chorus] I’m a snow pro, rollin’ through Cary (skrrt) Y’all do ten on a flurry, that’s scary Back home, this dust is a Tuesday slow Out here, one inch and the world say “go home” I’m a snow pro, chillin’ in Cary (yeah) Salt in the veins, boy, that’s hereditary New York raised, now I run this road Southern snow day, but I’m still in go mode
Tags
rap, Playful East Coast boom-bap with crisp drums and warm bass, male vocals. Verses punchy and storytelling-focused, with quick internal rhymes. Hook gets rowdy with gang vocals and crowd chants, sprinkled ad-libs. Light keys and brass stabs accent punchlines; final chorus stacks harmonies and drops extra percussion for an anthemic, jokingly triumphant feel.
2:31
No
2/1/2026