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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ash on the dash, ride slow through the east side
Cash in the stash, got a shoebox seaside
You scroll, you post, you pose, you rewind
I move, I glide, I grow, I recline
Big smoke, lil’ talk, less friends, more trust
Turned doubt into dust, into numbers I touch
You pray for the break, I just take what I’m owed
Same city, same clock, different time zone
[Chorus]
I been floatin’ in the sky, pockets on the ground
Talk slick to a king, better watch your mouth (yeah)
Whole team lit, we don’t need your love
If you feel a way about it, we don’t give a fuck
Cloud high, but the bank account heavy
Laid back, but the hands stay ready
Whole life loud, I don’t need to turn up
If you feel a way about it, we don’t give a fuck (nah)
[Verse 2]
Vibe too rare, you can’t copy this cadence
I was cookin’ in the cut while you begged for validation
Turn Ls into lessons, then lessons to leverage
Now every lil’ step feel weighted with blessings
Face tatted homies, clean paper on mine
Still the same from the block, just upgraded the mind
You chase likes, I chase lineage and land
You chase clout, I chase commas on the plan
[Chorus]
I been floatin’ in the sky, pockets on the ground
Talk slick to a king, better watch your mouth (hey)
Whole team lit, we don’t need your love
If you feel a way about it, we don’t give a fuck
Cloud high, but the bank account heavy
Laid back, but the hands stay ready (stay ready)
Whole life loud, I don’t need to turn up
If you feel a way about it, we don’t give a fuck (we don’t give a fuck)
Details
GeneratedFeb 5, 2026
Duration2:11
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Laid-back but hard-hitting hip-hop, swung drums and rolling sub-bass under spacey synth pads and filtered keys; male vocals with a smooth, confident midrange. Verses glide in the pocket with crisp snares and tight doubles, hook explodes with stacked gang vocals and subtle pitch fx. Mix is wide and glossy, vocal upfront, low-end glued and heavy., smooth, hip-hop
Credits
Prompt by
izayah
izayahModelAria v5
Prompt
Laid-back but hard-hitting hip-hop. Rolling bass, crisp snares, spacey synths. Smooth, effortless flow with cocky hooks. Hustle talk, weed smoke, fuck-you confidence. Pro mix.
