Walking on the streets, all by myself, No crew, no homies, just my thoughts in stealth, Ice Cube in the zone, got that West Coast flow, Gotta stay alert, never know who's my foe. Hustlin' on the corners, where the struggle's real, Dodgin' crooked cops, tryna make another deal, No backup, no crew, just me and my pride, Surviving these streets, where the weak ones hide. No fame, no fortune, just a dream in my heart, Grinding day and night, tryna make a fresh start, Every step I take, I feel the weight on my back, But I rise above, ain't nothin' gonna hold me back. (Verse 2) Walking on the streets, the concrete's my stage, Spittin' fire rhymes, unleashin' my rage, Ice Cube, the OG, with the lyrical finesse, Every line I drop, leave my enemies impressed. No entourage, just me, my mic, and my pen, Paintin' vivid pictures with words, again and again, Through the dark alleys, I march with my pride, I'm the king of the streets, ain't no one to confide. From the hood to Hollywood, I've come so far, But I never forget where I'm from, who we are, Representin' the struggle, the pain, and the fight, Ice Cube, the legend, shining in the darkest night. So as I walk alone, on these streets I roam, I'm a force to be reckoned with, no need to clone, Ice Cube, the one and only, breakin' all the rules, Walking on the streets, with nobody else to fool.