Lyrics
[Intro]
Low tone, calm breath
Whole gang in the back like "yeah"
Life on my mind, cash on my chest
Fire on the road, say less
[Verse 1]
Life been heavy but the wrist feel light
Whole lotta scars, couple plans in sight
Grind in the day, count bands at night
Seth by my side, that’s fam, that’s life
Homies on the block still pray for a break
Two jobs, three kids, still carry that weight
I ain’t tryna flex, I’m just carving my lane
Tryna turn all this pain to a personal plane
Mama want peace, daddy want rest
Lil bro want a chain and a logo on his chest
I just want time I can never get back
So I trade it for the paper, then I put it in the stack
[Chorus]
Life and money, that heavenly mix
Tryna make a way, not die for the drip
Fast cars, fast bikes, whole gang lit
But I still thank God every time we don’t flip
Life and money, yeah they twist and they turn
Touch one flame, whole world might burn
Fire in the engine when we hit that strip
But I still thank God every time we don’t flip
[Verse 2]
Slide through the city in a matte gray whip
Seat pushed back, low tone when I spit
Chrome on the dash, whole lane look sick
Shorty in the back, pack thick, that’s it
Motorcycle roar when we cut that light
One wrong move, lose it all one night
So I keep it in my head when the numbers get tall
Ain’t a dollar in the world worth losin’ my dogs
Seth got a dream bout a house on a hill
Homies all say "we just want a lil chill"
I say, "We gon’ eat, but we do it with will"
Cuz easy come, easy go, but the soul stay real
Cash on the table, bills in a row
I been broke, I remember that cold
Now I hit the gas just to feel that glow
But I pray every time that I make it back home
[Chorus]
Life and money, that heavenly mix
Tryna make a way, not die for the drip
Fast cars, fast bikes, whole gang lit
But I still thank God every time we don’t flip
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Ooh, this road so wild
Speed dial, angels on file
If I fall off, hold me up
If I ball out, keep me tucked
Homies in the back yell "ride or die"
I say, "Ride and live, we gon’ touch that sky"
Seth in the front with the seat laid low
Say, "Whatever we get, we ain’t sellin’ our soul"
[Chorus]
Style
rapglossycelestial trap beat with airy vocal chopswarm padsand a lazy swung bounce. deep male vocals in a low registerintimate and close to the mic. verses ride over sparse piano stabs and subby basshook blooms with stacked chant-style doubles and bright synth bells. occasional riser sweeps into drops; ad-libs tucked wide for a halo effect around the lead.lowmale vocalstone
Prompt
Rap , male voice low tone. On the Heavenly beat, 3 min long about life and money. Fire cars motorcycles etc. mention Seth homies
Credits
Prompt by
Ech0Seth
Ech0SethGeneratedDec 31, 2025
ModelAria v5
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