Mozzy just slid back into the lane with BUICK TO BENZ, a standalone single that hit streaming platforms December 5 via Mozzy Records and EMPIRE, produced by Julian Cannon and Jaywavy, and it’s got that heavy, introspective knock that’s perfect for reflecting on the come-up while the bass rattles your chest.
Right out the gate, the track opens with those gut-punch questions about love through the losses, then dives straight into Mozzy’s signature street scripture. It’s a raw ride from scraping by in Buicks to pulling up in Benzes, touching on ditching the game that cost him friends, beating charges, and the constant vigilance that comes with success. The sound leans hard into West Coast grit: thumping 808s from Cannon and Jaywavy that feel like they’re echoing off Sacramento walls, paired with Mozzy’s urgent, half-sung flow that turns every bar into a survival story. Think trap soul with a hood philosopher’s edge—references to purple hearts, court adjournments, and keeping it “stitchy” when the blitz hits, all without losing that melodic pull. No features here; it’s pure Mozzy, letting the weight of his words carry it, themes circling loyalty, the grind’s toll, and flipping pain into property.
The video dropped two days later on YouTube, clocking over 170k views already with shots of Mozzy cruising lowriders through familiar turf, directed to match the lyrics’ tension—simple, real, no Hollywood gloss. He teased it lightly on his socials a week back, just enough to get the streets talking, and fans hit the comments hard, sharing stories that echo his lines. No album attached yet, but it’s streaming everywhere now, easy to loop on Spotify or Apple Music.
This one’s landing at a real turning point for Mozzy. After stacking two volumes of INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS earlier this year—those deep dives into trauma and triumph that kept his core locked in—he’s been everywhere: features with EST Gee and Blac Youngsta, plus that raw Red Bull Spiral set where he turned a warehouse into a confessional. It’s him evolving without softening, still the voice for the ones who made it out but carry the scars, reminding us the Benz keys don’t erase the Buick days.
Dive into the BUICK TO BENZ lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other Mozzy tracks for more of that Sacramento steel.
Lyrics of BUICK TO BENZ by Mozzy
[Intro]
If I Lost It All, Would You Still Love Me?
And If I Died For You, Would You Still Love Me?
Oh
[Verse]
Went From Buick To Benz
I Stopped Pimpin’ On That Ho ’cause I Was Losin’ My Friends
Wasn’t Used To That Then, I’m Like, “I’m Head First”
On That Type Of Timin’ Like Let’s See Who End Up Dead First
Yes, Sir, Handkerchief Matchin’, We The Red Shirts
Grab A Crate, Blow The K And See If All The Rest Work
Tryna Force Your Guys And ’em To Slide, It Ain’t Gon’ Never Work
’cause They Gon’ Tell On 33Rd, You Niggas Never Learn
With Bone Crusher, I’m Like Usher, Nigga, Let It Burn
What’s The Word? Talkin’ Trips And Skits, Then It’s Lil’ Relly Turn
Purple-hearted, Went Retarded, Every Medal Earned
Got Acquitted On Them Charges, Tell ’em Court Adjourned
He Beat The Body, For His Kills, That Nigga 4th Confirmed
G-o-d, Box From Houston Landed, Look Like Cod
Yellin’, “Free The Level-four Killers And The Dobs”
She Poppin’ Blues, I Said, “I’m Bool, Baby, We On These”
Strictly Ten, You Need A Couple, Hit Up B-O-B
We Don’t Leak, Even Off This Medication, We Don’t Sleep
Jackets They Be Passin’ Out For Rattin’, That’s What He Gon’ Need
Lean On Me, Took Him To The Distro, Everything On Me
I Can’t Get The Blammy In The Venue, Nigga, We Gon’ Tweak
Granny ‘nem, B**ches Treat You Different When You Hand To Them
Snubs And Lil’ Nick ‘posed To Be With Me, B**ch, I Ran With Them
Get Off The ‘gram With All That Trollin’, Why You Playin’ With Them?
Took A Trip With Zoe, It Was On Safety, Thought It Jammed Again
Hand In Hand, We Was Gram For Gram, Eighth In San Jose
Made A Way, Face Card Clean, But These Hammers Ain’t
’78 Chevrolet Nova, Finna Grab Me One
Suckers Caught Me Loafin’ At The Store, He Thought He Had Him One
Swear That It Won’t Go That Way Again, I Turned My Savage Up
Hit Up Avis, What They Taxin’ For? We Need Them Acuras
Hit The Agents, What They Taxin’ For? We Need Them Draculas
Twelve Months And Seven Days Away From Givin’ Rappin’ Up
Add Me Up, Real Estate Portfolio, Like Ten Of ’em
Before The Lam’ And Maserati, I Went Benz On ’em
‘fore The Amg, Was Yokin’ Buicks With The Rims On It
Tinted All The Lens On It, We Ain’t Into Fishbowlin’
We Don’t Do No Dick Holdin’, Richer Than Your Big Homie
Thirty On My Bitch Rollie, That’s Just For The Wrist Only
The Whole Kit Junkie, Fire First, It Get Spunky
Polish On The Toes, These Is Sixes, Call ’em Kid Cudi
Get Money, Show Your Love And Loyalty ’bout Spinnin’ For Me
Or Take These 40S And These Choppers In Your Crib For Me
I F**ked With Blood When I Was Broke, He Had Gigs For Me
He Had Chicken On The Table, He Had Zips For Me
Livin’ Lovely, Poppin’ Ace Of Spade, Now We Sippin’ Bubbly
Just Keep It Stitchy When They Blitz ’cause It Be Gettin’ Ugly
Keep It Stitchy When They Blitz ’cause It Be Gettin’ Ugly
Keep It Stitchy When They Blitz ’cause It Be Gettin’ Ugly
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