Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Red dirt on my brand-new kicks Gas station coffee, racing the ticks Mama said, “Boy, you think too fast” I said, “If you ain’t first, then you last” Shotgun rider rolling that chew Yelling out the window like “What it do?” Dashboard cracked, but I mash that gas If you ain’t first, then you last [Chorus] If you ain’t first, you’re last Put your foot down, burn that past Ain’t no brakes on this old four-lane Ride that fire, feel that flame If you ain’t first, you’re last Turn that doubt into jet-pack gas I don’t stall, I just blow right past If you ain’t first, you’re last (hey!) [Verse 2] Sunday suit with a Friday soul Gold belt buckle and a heart of coal Preacher said, “Son, that pride won’t last” I said, “Watch me turn pain into gas” Funk in my walk, got a pop in my snap Country on the tongue, little heat in my rap They said “Pick one lane,” I just laughed I’m in all of ’em, baby, doing laps [Chorus] If you ain’t first, you’re last Put your foot down, burn that past Ain’t no brakes on this old four-lane Ride that fire, feel that flame If you ain’t first, you’re last Turn that doubt into jet-pack gas I don’t stall, I just blow right past If you ain’t first, you’re last (oh yeah)
Tags
rap, High-energy funk-pop-rap-country hybrid: slapped bass and chicken-pickin’ guitar over a tight groove, clap-heavy drums, and bright horn stabs. Verses lean into a talk-rap swagger; chorus explodes with a big singalong hook and stacked gang vocals. Short breakdown with half-time drums then final chorus hits harder with ad-libs and extra harmonies. Male vocals., funk, country, pop
Duration
1:36
Instrumental
No
Created
3/25/2026