Late Train Legends

[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

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