

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Whole lotta pressure Whole lotta pressure (yeah) Still cool though [Verse 1] I was young, learned early, never talk on phones Unmarked cars did circles ’round my grandma home Kept the stash in the garden, under cracked white stone Same block, same corner, but I move, I don’t stay long License plate dirty, but the tag read clean Switch whips Tuesday, I’m a ghost in the scene OG taught, “Fold money, don’t fold to the heat” So I tuck both, ride slow through the east Every stop sign look like a set-up Every headlight in the mirror, I’m fed up Still I play chess when they think it’s checkers Fake handshakes, I can read all the gestures (yeah) [Chorus] I’m one step ahead, I don’t sleep, I don’t slip (nah) Eyes on the road, one hand on the grip Opps want me gone, cops want me in the bricks But I move too slick, I move too slick I’m one step ahead, whole life on the line Heart made of steel, but I still watch signs If they spin once, then they won’t spin twice ’Cause I’m one step ahead of they hate and they lights (yeah) [Verse 2] Drive past spots I ain’t hit in a year If they still watchin’ there, they chasin’ a smear Used to keep work by the laundromat gate Till I peeped two vans that was parked out late I don’t trust smiles, I don’t trust “my dawg” Seen “my dawg” fold when they hit that wall Heard my name in they lil’ side talk Now he got a new chain and a wired up walk I send shorty to the store, just to track routine Same clerk, same time, that’s a crack in the scheme So I switch up, flip routes, then I vanish at noon Got ’em lookin’ at the sun tryna study my moves (ha) [Chorus] I’m one step ahead, I don’t sleep, I don’t slip Eyes on the road, one hand on the grip Opps want me gone, cops want me in the bricks But I move too slick, I move too slick I’m one step ahead, whole life on the line Heart made of steel, but I still watch signs If they spin once, then they won’t spin twice ’Cause I’m one step ahead of they hate and they lights (yeah, yeah)
Tags
rap, Menacing Southern trap beat, swung hi-hats, 808s hitting in triplets, eerie bell loop on top. Male vocals, laid-back but threatening delivery; verses ride the pocket with detailed storytelling, hook explodes with stacked chants and call-and-response ad-libs. Subtle siren FX and reverse swells between sections to heighten paranoia and tension., hip hop
1:30
No
2/15/2026