

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Six train Four train Five train A train G train, same thing We all late, we all chasing [Verse 1] I was broke on the local, head on the glass Pockets on echo, future on last Metro card dying, praying it pass Heart in my hoodie, stuck in my past Whole car full of stories, nobody speak Ink on my arm from the endless week Eyes on the map like it’s prophecy Trying to find stops where they rock with me [Chorus] Six train, four train, five train, A Running through my veins like an MTA From the first cold car to a sold-out day I was made on the late train, made on the late train (yeah) G train, same pain, same faith, same Every single line got a kid with a flame Turn the metal seats to a hall of fame We were raised on the late train, raised on the late train (oh) [Verse 2] Saw a queen by the door with a crown of braids Singing to the hum of the underground waves Voice like Sunday in a weekday rush Dreams too loud for the world to hush Homie in the corner with a composition Bars in the margins, whole life in the rhythm Said “I’m one big break from a new tradition” But the doors kept closing on his ambition [Chorus] Six train, four train, five train, A Running through my veins like an MTA From the first cold car to a sold-out day I was made on the late train, made on the late train (yeah) G train, same pain, same faith, same Every single line got a kid with a flame Turn the metal seats to a hall of fame We were raised on the late train, raised on the late train (hey) [Bridge] Every stop, another script Every drip from the ceiling like a baptism Every flick of the light like an omen Every slow roll out of the dark, we open (woah) [Chorus] Six train, four train, five train, A Running through my veins like an MTA From the first cold car to a sold-out day I was made on the late train, made on the late train G train, same pain, same faith, same Every single line got a kid with a flame Turn the metal seats to a hall of fame We were raised on the late train, raised on the late train
Tags
rap, Psychedelic G-funk trap cypher: swung drums, woozy Rhodes, detuned synth leads, and sub-heavy bass. Male vocals with a loose, storytelling flow, hook sung in melodic rap. Layers of filtered ad-libs and hazy choir pads in the chorus; verses stay dry and upfront. Occasional chopped “train” vocal sample tucked in the background, vinyl grit over the whole mix for a late-night lofi sheen., funk, pop, r&b, hip hop, alternative r&b, west coast rap
2:32
No
3/28/2026