

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Sunrise highway Tint so dark, can’t see my eyes (engine humming) Heart on fire, jaw tight [Verse 1] Me and my boy ride dirty, that blacked-out pack State line flyin’, whole dash lookin’ like a racetrack Hammer by my ankle, other one under the seat Coke in the trunk, feel it draggin’ down the street Tat sleeves itch when the blue lights flicker Pulse jump once, then the thoughts get thicker If they hit the siren, then the sky turn red Either jail, cold floor, or somebody end up dead [Chorus] Hammer under the seat, that weight on me Coke weigh heavy in the back, can’t breathe Doing 150 on the Sunrise, teeth grit If they pull us, that’s a wrap, can’t quit Hammer under the seat, that rage in reach God ain’t in this car, just heat If they ride our bumper, that’s it Either floor it, or get hit, or get hit (yeah) [Verse 2] Mirror check, see the blue flash pop My boy say “chill,” but my brain say “stop” Every scar on my knuckles, every name I lost Every night on the corner, every stupid cost Murder in my mind, not a song, it’s a thought Once you cross that line, can’t uncross what you brought Hand on the metal, other hand on the wheel Every choice that we made sittin’ right here, real [Chorus] Hammer under the seat, that weight on me Coke weigh heavy in the back, can’t breathe Doing 150 on the Sunrise, teeth grit If they pull us, that’s a wrap, can’t quit Hammer under the seat, that rage in reach God ain’t in this car, just heat If they ride our bumper, that’s it Either floor it, or get hit, or get hit (yeah) [Bridge] Is this life, or a long slow bleed? Every wrong turn startin’ with a little need Tats on my skin like a list of regrets All this speed just a way to forget (woah) [Chorus] Hammer under the seat, that weight on me Coke weigh heavy in the back, can’t breathe Doing 150 on the Sunrise, teeth grit If they pull us, that’s a wrap, can’t quit Hammer under the seat, that rage in reach God ain’t in this car, just heat If we make it home from this trip Do we change, or just dip, or just dip?
Tags
rap, Aggressive New York drill energy, dark orchestral stabs over heavy subs and skittering hats. Male vocals snarling in a tight pocket, ad-libs panned wide. Hook built around a menacing chant; verses stay clipped and vivid, bridge drops to half-time with filtered beat then slams back in for the final chorus.
2:10
No
4/7/2026