**Trap Male Vocal Lyrics Prompt** Music parameters: 155 BPM, F# minor. Core instrumentation: rapid triplet rolling hi-hats, heavy sliding 808 sub-bass with punchy drop hits, crisp snare rolls, menacing warped synth lead, hazy atmospheric pad layers, occasional muted piano trills. Lyrical style in the vein of Travis Scott meets Lil Baby, with laid-back yet sharp triplet flows and ad-libs. Theme: late-night rooftop reflection on grinding from food truck shifts to private jet runs, navigating fake friends who only show up for the cash. Imagery: neon-lit rain-slicked downtown skyscrapers, diamond chain catching club strobe light, crumpled old payday stubs in a luxury watch box. Emotion: cold, triumphant, with a faint undercurrent of weary paranoia.
Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse] Cooking in the grease, yeah (straight up) Middle of the street, yeah (it's lit) Now I'm in the fleet, yeah (fleet) Check the receipts, yeah (straight up) Check the face, see the diamonds bleed (bleed) Used to serve the plates, now I serve the greed (greed) I'm the only one they really need (need) Planting every single money seed (seed) [Pre-Chorus] Neon rain falling on the hood (on the hood) I did everything they said I never could (never could) Shadows in the lobby, up to no good (no good) I'm the only one who really understood (straight up) [Chorus] Private jets, no more bus runs (no more) Fake friends looking for the funds (for the funds) I can see the snake in everyone (everyone) Load the clip until the job is done (is done) Rooftop views, I'm the chosen son (chosen) Strobe lights hitting like a loaded gun (gun) [Post-Chorus] Grinding through the night (night) Diamonds shining bright (bright) Keep it out of sight (sight) Wrong or right (right) [Verse] Crumpled up papers in the Rolex case (Rolex) Remembering the hunger and the bitter taste (bitter) They only call me when there's money to waste (money) I'm moving at a different kind of pace (pace) Skyscrapers touching in the hazy mist (hazy) I put the whole city on the list (list) They want a piece but they don't exist (don't) I'm keeping every secret in my fist (fist) [Pre-Chorus] Neon rain falling on the hood (on the hood) I did everything they said I never could (never could) Shadows in the lobby, up to no good (no good) I'm the only one who really understood (straight up) [Chorus] Private jets, no more bus runs (no more) Fake friends looking for the funds (for the funds) I can see the snake in everyone (everyone) Load the clip until the job is done (is done) Rooftop views, I'm the chosen son (chosen) Strobe lights hitting like a loaded gun (gun) [Hook] Wait, wait, wait (hold up) Check the gate (check it) Seal my fate (seal it) Don't be late (don't) I’m the great (great) On my plate (plate) [Bridge] Sliding 808s, feel the floor shake (shake) I can tell the real from the fake (fake) Too much on the line, too much at stake (stake) Everything I got, I had to take (take) No more sleeping, I'm wide awake (awake) No more mistakes for goodness sake (sake) [Chorus] Private jets, no more bus runs (no more) Fake friends looking for the funds (for the funds) I can see the snake in everyone (everyone) Load the clip until the job is done (is done) Rooftop views, I'm the chosen son (chosen) Strobe lights hitting like a loaded gun (gun) [Outro]
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