

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah Wake up blazing Blue haze in the basement Count it up Stay patient (uh) [Verse 1] Green in the grinder Twist it Finger on steel I grip it Band after band I flip it Whole block ride We with it Black tee smell like loud Tat tears We never proud Phone ping once Then crowd Trap sing soft No sound Shorty with the waist like danger Tat my name That’s faithful anger Smoke in the car with a banger Cash in the bag with a hanger [Chorus] High with my thugs in the clouds (in the clouds) Drums in the ride Move crowds (move crowds) Gold on my neck so loud Roll one Load one Pray we make it out High with my thugs in the clouds (in the clouds) Bills in a pile Lean towers (lean towers) Heart got scars Not flowers Roll one Load one Pray we make it out [Verse 2] Click-clack under this hoodie Eyes low red from the goodies Gang on the porch That’s family Split every plate That’s sanity Backseat love with a vixen Long nails glow when she twistin Whisper my name Then kiss it Smoke halos when we finished Sirens hum out the window Hand on grip Then let go Rather get lost in indo Chase this cash Not shadows [Bridge] We was just kids with a lighter Now we got bags and fire Now we got rings No choir Still hear moms say “higher” Higher than hate That drama Higher than pain and karma But I still ride with armor Still roll deep That’s honor [Chorus]
Tags
Double-time Midwest bounce with stacked male harmonies, swung snares, and a sub-heavy low end contrasted by bright, shimmering top notes. Verses weave rapid-fire triplet flows in tight 4-bar bursts; hook opens into chant-style harmonies with call-and-response ad-libs. Sparse, eerie keys stalk the background while the bass and crisp percussion stay up front, leaving space for breathy, half-sung melodies on the hook., harmony, harmonious
2:25
No
12/27/2025