Prompt / 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)
Tags
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
Duration
2:11
Instrumental
No
Created
2/5/2026