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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, we outside, lights low, chips high,
Ain’t no ceilings when we fly.
[Chorus]
Runnin’ the night, no brakes, no stop,
Money in my mind, I’m glued to the top,
Cold city lights, but my heart still hot,
Trapline buzzin’, can’t miss my shot.[Verse 1]
Came from the dirt, turned grind into gold,
Stories get told, but the truth stay cold.
Now I pull up in a matte black ride,
Bass kick heavy, make the block collide.
All eyes watch like I’m stealin’ the stage,
Life’s a script, boy, I’m writin’ the page.
Diamonds on my chain, feel the weight of the game,
But I move like smoke, never leavin’ a name.[Chorus]
Runnin’ the night, no brakes, no stop,
Money in my mind, I’m glued to the top,
Cold city lights, but my heart still hot,
Trapline buzzin’, can’t miss my shot.[Verse 2]
Phones ring twice—yeah, that’s the code,
Never trust quick talk, keep your soul on hold.
I’ve been grindin’ since they doubted my sound,
Now the same ones cheer when I come around.
Countin’ my wins but I pray for peace,
Can’t let fame bring stress or leech.
Designer shades hide my motive’s truth,
But the fire still burn from my early youth.
In the fast lane, can’t check my drive,
All gas, no doubt, just stay alive.
They say success come with hate on the side,
But I eat all that—it’s part of the grind.[Chorus]
Runnin’ the night, no brakes, no stop,
Money in my mind, I’m glued to the top,
Cold city lights, but my heart still hot,
Trapline buzzin’, can’t miss my shot.
Details
GeneratedOct 20, 2025
Duration2:08
LanguageEnglish
Style
Hard rap, Trap rap, 2 male voices. Strong emotion,uplifting, 808
Credits
Prompt by
XenialTheremin835
XenialTheremin835ModelAria v4
