Trap Jazz Era

[Verse] Funny vibes, rollin' down these city blocks, Trumpet blarin', like a night at the speakeasy spots, Gold chains swingin', flapper girls in the flocks, Old school bass with the trap beat knocks. [Chorus] Sip the moonshine, toast to the grind, Gangsters in suits, rhythm intertwine, Jazz and trap, eras that combine, Past meets the future, man, it's all aligned. [Verse 2] Bootleggin' beats, hustle in the alley part, Saxophones croon, and your girl playin' heart, Beatin' feet like Charleston, streets a fine art, Makin' stacks, every bar pristine and smart. [Bridge] Coppin' kicks in oxford shoes, dancehall hues, Piano keys mixin' with 808 grooves, Vintage with a twist, where the old meets the new, Spit rhymes, sharp as them zoot suit moves. [Chorus] Sip the moonshine, toast to the grind, Gangsters in suits, rhythm intertwine, Jazz and trap, eras that combine, Past meets the future, man, it's all aligned. [Verse 3] Horns playin' sweet, melodies so pristine, Trap laced flow, old records in between, Rhymes harder than prohibition schemes, Jazz cat vibes in a modern day dream.