: Verse 1 (melodic auto-tuned male ATL trap rap – wavy, smooth but cocky flow): Neon lights flash, I’m countin’ blue racks in the sky, Cyber trap boss, pull up in the matte black ride, Diamonds on my neck do the dance when I glide, Heist last night, now the safe lookin’ dry. Designer on my body, futuristic drip supreme, Chrome wheels spinnin’, engine hummin’ like a dream, Opps see the glow, they know they can’t compete, I stack it to the moon while they stuck on delete. Money rainin’ code, crypto in my veins, Wrist look like a glitch, VVS in the frame, Swagger so illegal, they tryna ban the name, ATL cyber king, forever run the game. Chorus (powerful popstar diva – big soaring emotional vocals): We ride through the neon night, bass hittin’ low! Don’t take no shit, watch the money overflow, no! Heavy 808 thunder, metal riffs explode! Cyber trap savage, opps already overload! (Oh-oh-oh, we rise from the fire, we glow!) Electric strings cry, drums crash through the war! You come for the throne? Better run for the door! Verse 2 (even more melodic, wavy auto-tune flex): Lamborghini ghost, hover mode in the mist, Fur coat futuristic, cost a whole brick list, Diamonds flood the watch, look like holographic mist, Heist complete, now I’m sippin’ on that synth twist. Clothes from the grid, never seen on the block, Pockets full of bands, make the whole club stop, They copy my swagger but the code don’t lock, I’m the virus in the system, watch the haters get shocked. Money multiply, exponential in the trap, Cars do 300, leave the law in the back, Ice on my teeth when I smile, they go blind, Cyberpunk emperor, one of a kind. Outro (smooth auto-tune ad-libs over heavy 808s, shredding guitars & violin): Yeah… cyber flex… neon money… huh huh… drip too hard… brrrt… we own the night…
