fluid
East Coast hip hop beat with a deep late-night vibe and a warm, jazzy foundation. Use dusty drums, soft vinyl crackle, and tight snares layered with mellow jazz chords—think Rhodes, sax textures, upright bass, or muted trumpets drifting in the background. Create an intimate, reflective mood, like a quiet city street after midnight. Vocals should be deep, calm, and storytelling-driven—measured delivery, vivid imagery, and a conversational rap tone. Keep the hook subtle and narrative-focused, blending seamlessly with the verses. Overall feel: smooth jazz meeting late-night hip hop introspection, perfect for slow drives and personal reflection.
fluid
East Coast hip hop beat with a deep late-night vibe and a warm, jazzy foundation. Use dusty drums, soft vinyl crackle, and tight snares layered with mellow jazz chords—think Rhodes, sax textures, upright bass, or muted trumpets drifting in the background. Create an intimate, reflective mood, like a quiet city street after midnight. Vocals should be deep, calm, and storytelling-driven—measured delivery, vivid imagery, and a conversational rap tone. Keep the hook subtle and narrative-focused, blending seamlessly with the verses. Overall feel: smooth jazz meeting late-night hip hop introspection, perfect for slow drives and personal reflection.
Lyrics
tearing it up, paper
on the last day of school
struck out in the back
of the Vader blacked out coupe
now I’m switching lanes
Yeah I’m fluid as fuck
And my shotgun baby
been doin' her job
tearing it up, paper
on the last day of school
struck out in the back
of the Vader blacked out coupe
now I’m switching lanes
Yeah I’m fluid as fuck
And my shotgun baby
been doin' her job
Yeah
look -
I was minding my own biz
Ducking for winter (yeah)
Yeah I was out posted
South in the sprinter (yeah)
Met some girls
Down where the coast is
And we got glow stick
Now we on code red
And they thicker than cornbread
yeah
Yo - Imma mix it up
Yo yo
It’s not my fault
she blow me like pixie dust
bro - she gone like broken trust
I mean - She was taking it daily
Like a vitamin
Providing supplements
That’s where I come in
I'm a real-world pharmacist
I guess my karma’s been
Kicking in
I can smell the spirits
Nirvana man
She said
She used to have another man
But he got a problem
Cuz weapons, we got a lot in
Like Osama Bin
frankly I don’t care
What your doctor says
Better say Biden
Sign off on your head
I’m on autopen
I’m driving
As fast as possible
Red lights?
Optional
Yeah - We operate like hospitals
Next patient might be you
Might see you in the ICU
(yeah)
Back north we Inuit,
real icey crew
(yeah)
and now your bitch in my igloo
and I pop in whenever
like a K Cup
Check her profile pic,
Imma poke her like facebook
(yo) we don’t stay ground like coffee
been breaking like an offspeed
I’m off, already Mach 3
No intention of stopping
Man you swear you fly
Nah you’re terminally grounded
Spell it out -
you might have to sound it
(yeah)
tearing it up, paper
on the last day of school
struck out in the back
of the Vader blacked out coupe
now I’m switching lanes
Yeah I’m fluid as fuck
And my shotgun baby
been doin' her job