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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Palm on the wheel, black bag low
Mom said, "Boy, move clean, move slow"
I learned that lane from the hard rain days
One bowl rice, still I found my way
Big talk here, but I don't fold
Cheap seat grind with a pocket full of hope
They want shine, I want rent paid
I want my name on the front, not sprayed
[Pre-Chorus]
If I rise, you rise
If I fall, don't cry
I been built from scratch
With a steel-back mind
[Chorus]
Cold palm cash, cold palm cash
I don't chase no flash
Cold palm cash, cold palm cash
I make it last, make it last
Cold palm cash, cold palm cash
When I move, I don't brag
Cold palm cash, cold palm cash
I came up from the drag
[Verse 2]
Late bus home, shoes worn thin
Whole block loud, but I'm locked in
I seen friends flip for a quick white lie
Seen gold teeth grin when the bills came dry
Now my phone buzz, want a piece of me
Every hand reach got a fee from me
I keep it brief, I keep it true
No smoke and mirrors, just me and you
[Pre-Chorus]
If I rise, you rise
If I fall, don't cry
I been built from scratch
With a steel-back mind
[Chorus]
Cold palm cash, cold palm cash
I don't chase no flash
Cold palm cash, cold palm cash
I make it last, make it last
Cold palm cash, cold palm cash
When I move, I don't brag
Cold palm cash, cold palm cash
I came up from the drag
[Bridge]
Tell me who gon' hold you down
When the room get cold?
Who gon' stand on crumbs with you
Till the whole thing rolls?
I keep one eye on the dream
One hand on the wheel
If the world want a price from me
I pay with skill
[Final Chorus]
Cold palm cash, cold palm cash
I don't chase no flash
Cold palm cash, cold palm cash
I make it last, make it last
Cold palm cash, cold palm cash
When I move, I don't brag
Cold palm cash, cold palm cash
I came up from the drag
Cold palm cash, cold palm cash
(Cold palm cash)
Cold palm cash, cold palm cash
I came up from the drag
Details
GeneratedApr 23, 2026
Duration3:03
LanguageFrench
Style
Rap with male vocals, mid-tempo boom-bap bounce and a gritty head-nod swing; verse rides sparse kick, snare, and a dusty piano stab, pre-chorus tightens with filtered chops and snare rolls, chorus lands with stacked doubles and a chanty gang-vocal anchor. Ear candy includes reverse cymbal lifts, vinyl crackle fills, and short delay throws on the hook word. Mix is punchy, dry, and close-mic with hard low-end weight., rap
Credits
Prompt byTomakazi
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
male, rap
