Drilla

Verse 1) Streets on fire, sirens blare, it's a daily affair, Life's a gamble, but I play it fair, hustling with flair, In the ends, where dreams turn nightmares, Gotta watch your back, every step, beware. Raised on these blocks, where the weak get devoured, No room for cowards, only the strong will empower, I'm from the gutter, where the rats and snakes slither, Every move calculated, ain't no room for dither. Grew up with dreams, but reality hit hard, Every setback just left another scar, But I'm still standing, ain't backing down, Middle fingers up to those who wanna clown. (Chorus) This is that LilMabu vibe, where we ride or die, Middle finger to the haters, watch 'em multiply, In the trenches, where we hustle, where we strive, Survival of the fittest, only the strong survive. (Verse 2) See the pain in my eyes, the struggle in my soul, In these cold streets, gotta play the role, Never fold, gotta stay solid like steel, In this concrete jungle, gotta keep it real. From the blocks to the bando, we make moves, Stacking paper, breaking rules, paying dues, Haters wanna see us fall, but we rise above, In this game of life, it's all about love. But don't get it twisted, we still keep it gritty, In these grimy streets, where life ain't pretty, Got my brothers by my side, ready to ride, Till the day I die, I'll be holding my pride. (Chorus) This is that LilMabu vibe, where we ride or die, Middle finger to the haters, watch 'em multiply, In the trenches, where we hustle, where we strive, Survival of the fittest, only the strong survive. (Bridge) So raise your cups high, let's toast to the grind, In this game of life, we leave no one behind, We came from the bottom, now we're taking flight, This is that LilMabu drill, we own the night. (Outro) So when you hear my name, know I earned my fame, From the dirt to the top, I conquered the game, This is that drill rap with a LilMabu twist, In this concrete jungle, we never resist. 3.5