[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]

rap, Glossy, celestial trap beat with airy vocal chops, warm pads, and a lazy swung bounce. Deep male vocals in a low register, intimate and close to the mic. Verses ride over sparse piano stabs and subby bass, hook 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., low, male vocals, tone

Heavenly Highway