[Hook – Sung] 808s & coconuts, that’s the mix I trust, Peace don’t need no Bentley truck. We hustle soft, we live loud, Island boy, make the fam proud. [Verse 1 – Rap] Talk story with the bassline pop, No label, still chart top. Pineapple fade, attitude clean, Palm-tree dreams with a hip-hop lean. [Verse 2 – Sung + Rap] She said, “You sound like church and trap,” Told her, “Yeah, that’s island rap.” I preach calm with a savage beat, Love in the verse, fire in the street. [Bridge] We got sun, soul, and honesty, 808s, no apology.
