Ocean, Pt. 2 - 23trae, KsBvndz & DTBeats: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

23trae, KsBvndz & DTBeats

Ocean, Pt. 2

5

Hip-Hop/Rap

Ocean, Pt. 2 was released on March 30, 2026 by Streameum Distribution as a part of the album Ocean, Pt. 2 - Single

Song Details

AlbumOcean, Pt. 2 - Single

Release DateMarch 30, 2026

LabelStreameum Distribution

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM82

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

23trae

Performer

KsBvndz

Performer

DTBeats

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Trae Daniel

Songwriter

Jeremiah Douse-lindsay

Jeremiah Douse-lindsay

Songwriter

Soubhi Daniel Tabar

Soubhi Daniel Tabar

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

DTBeats

Producer

Lyrics

(DT Beats)

I was down bad on my ass, yeah, I was feelin’ broken

Now I'm feelin’ chosen

When I walk inside the club my wrist look like the ocean

And when I walk inside the telly all these hoes like “Oh shit”

All these hoes like “Oh shit”, yeah, I need some more shit

You ain’t got no motion

I was fuckin’ with that bitch, then block her on some hoe shit

You sit me down and tell me lies that I already know bitch

But now I’m goin’ ghost

I’m in a different mode

You can’t catch me at the show, my **** brought a pole

You **** want me to lose but that is out you’re control

Like fuck the trap, I’m tryna rap, yeah, that’s the fuckin’ goal

My **** get the pack, Saran wrap that and then we get it sold

Hop up in the booth because I swear we ain’t the same

I call a whip, we hit the road, now brodie switchin’ lanes

My brodie hop up out the car and now he got some better aim

Now he got a better chain and he don’t care about the fame

In my city, **** know I’ma light the flame

In my city, **** know I’m not the one to blame

Yeah, I’m tryna play a game

One, two, three, four, pop your door and hop on pave’

Yeah, I’m tryna do this shit for everyone that doubted me

Yeah, I’m tryna do this shit for everyone undoubtedly

I’d rather make a track then hit the trap and that’s a fuckin’ fact

DT hit me up, I hit him back and then he send the pack

When your name hold weight, you gotta be careful who you crack

My cronem said “Wait, hop up in the club, they shakin’ ass”

And Harloww told me “Wait, fuck the trap, I gotta go to class”

And when I walk outside the crib I pray to God I have my mask

I made a few mistakes, I wish I could go back

The past is in the past I can’t go back

The future holds so much weight, yeah, I feel the pressure on my lap

Nowadays I cannot crash, I’m tryna go straight for the plaque

And nowadays I cannot lack, I’m tryna go straight to the racks

They could never bend my block, I tell them play with somethin’ safe

If I’m hoppin’ out that car, I lift my knock and tap a brain

I put a switchy on my Glock, I rise it up and let it spray

Ain’t no stoppin’ for no lights, put that in sport and do the race

I bust a right then bust a left and no, I’ll never throw my knock

All-black my fit when I go ride I’m tryna tap a **** top

Tell the opps don’t say my name if they don’t wanna play the block

**** know how this shit goes, these **** diss and they get shot

Yeah, I was down bad on my ass, yeah, I was feelin’ broken

Now I'm feelin’ chosen

When I walk inside the club my wrist look like the ocean

And when I walk inside the telly all these hoes like “Oh shit”

All these hoes like “Oh shit”, yeah, I need some more shit

You ain’t got no motion

I was fuckin’ with that bitch, then block her on some hoe shit

You sit me down and tell me lies that I already know bitch

But now I’m goin’ ghost

I’m in a different mode

I’m in a different mode, me and Ks goin’ ghost

I switch the watch, I switch the fit like how I switch the hoe

And every time I leave the crib I pray to God I make it home

Nowadays my **** make so much bread that we gon’ make a toast

Ks gon’ pop out that black truck and then he take your soul

I call my **** up, he send a striker but we do not bowl

I told my crodie stay safe in the streets ‘cause the feds on patrol

I told my crodie stay close to the booth and please don’t sell your soul

I was down bad on my ass, yeah, I was feelin’ broken

Now I'm feelin’ chosen

When I walk inside the club my wrist look like the ocean

And when I walk inside the telly all these hoes like “Oh shit”

All these hoes like “Oh shit”, yeah, I need some more shit

You ain’t got no motion

I was fuckin’ with that bitch, then block her on some hoe shit

You sit me down and tell me lies that I already know bitch

But now I’m goin’ ghost

I’m in a different mode

Tryna tap a **** top

I’m tryna tap a **** top

Written by: Jeremiah Douse-lindsay, Soubhi Daniel Tabar, Trae Daniel

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