Upper East Side

This track thrives on the tension between grit and polish, blending trap’s skeletal beats with jagged rock guitar riffs to create a raw, street-meets-boardroom energy. The verses hit with a slow, deliberate flow—every bar spaced out so the 808s and syncopated hi-hats have room to breathe—while the slight vocal distortion adds a razor edge to the delivery. Lyrically, it’s a clash of worlds: the visible outlaw who wears his rebellion on his skin versus the hidden criminal in a suit, whose tattoos live in his mind and paper trails. The hook doesn’t rely on melody but pure cadence and attitude, hammering home the contrast of dirty hustle versus clean-cut corruption. Abrupt beat switches and heavy drops emphasize the duality—street grime exploding into corporate coldness—while the stripped-down verses and explosive choruses make the dynamics hit hard. The result is a shadowy anthem of power, secrecy, and survival, where both sides play the same game but with different masks.