Returning to the block
Intro) Yeah… you know what time it is, Fresh out the box, them soles still glowin’. We back where it all started — the block. Let’s go. (Hook) I’m back to the block, yeah I’m feelin’ too clean, Steppin’ in them J’s, red, black, and supreme. Old heads noddin’ like “yeah, that’s a dream,” New kids starin’, they know what it mean. I’m back to the block, back to my ways, Concrete stories, I walk ‘em in J’s. Flash from the past but the fit still blazin’, Home where the hustle made legends amazing. (Verse 1) Hit the corner store, they still call me “Top G,” Now I’m grown but the flow still untamed. They remember the kid with the hoopin’ aim, Now I’m laced in respect and a household name. Got the 11s on feet, that’s church on pavement, Every step holy, the block my haven. Dreams took flight like I’m Jordan in the lane, But I’m still where the struggle carved out my name. (Hook) I’m back to the block, yeah I’m feelin’ too clean, Steppin’ in them J’s, red, black, and supreme. Old heads noddin’ like “yeah, that’s a dream,” New kids starin’, they know what it mean. I’m back to the block, back to my ways, Concrete stories, I walk ‘em in J’s. Flash from the past but the fit still blazin’, Home where the hustle made legends amazing. (Verse 2) Mama from the porch, said, “Baby, you did good,” But don’t forget the lessons from the neighborhood. Every scuff, every crack taught a word or two, Now my soul in these soles, yeah, the journey’s true. They see the shine, but they don’t see the miles, Every setback built the style. So when I’m walkin’ back down them streets I grew, It’s full circle — me and them shoes. (Bridge) From the park light flickers to the midnight hustle, To the dream on the rim, yeah, it took some muscle. Now I’m back, no chains, just freedom, New flight every step — yeah, I bleed ‘em. (Hook) I’m back to the block, yeah I’m feelin’ too clean, Steppin’ in them J’s, red, black, and supreme. Old heads noddin’ like “yeah, that’s a dream,” New kids starin’, they know what it mean. I’m back to the block, back to my ways, Concrete stories, I walk ‘em in J’s. Flash from the past but the fit still blazin’, Home where the hustle made legends amazing. (Outro) Yeah, we never forget where we came from. Them J’s ain’t just sneakers — they symbols. Every crease, every step, it’s history. Back to the block — and we still fly.
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Intro) Yeah… you know what time it is, Fresh out the box, them soles still glowin’. We back where it all started — the block. Let’s go. (Hook) I’m back to the block, yeah I’m feelin’ too clean, Steppin’ in them J’s, red, black, and supreme. Old heads noddin’ like “yeah, that’s a dream,” New kids starin’, they know what it mean. I’m back to the block, back to my ways, Concrete stories, I walk ‘em in J’s. Flash from the past but the fit still blazin’, Home where the hustle made legends amazing. (Verse 1) Hit the corner store, they still call me “Top G,” Now I’m grown but the flow still untamed. They remember the kid with the hoopin’ aim, Now I’m laced in respect and a household name. Got the 11s on feet, that’s church on pavement, Every step holy, the block my haven. Dreams took flight like I’m Jordan in the lane, But I’m still where the struggle carved out my name. (Hook) I’m back to the block, yeah I’m feelin’ too clean, Steppin’ in them J’s, red, black, and supreme. Old heads noddin’ like “yeah, that’s a dream,” New kids starin’, they know what it mean. I’m back to the block, back to my ways, Concrete stories, I walk ‘em in J’s. Flash from the past but the fit still blazin’, Home where the hustle made legends amazing. (Verse 2) Mama from the porch, said, “Baby, you did good,” But don’t forget the lessons from the neighborhood. Every scuff, every crack taught a word or two, Now my soul in these soles, yeah, the journey’s true. They see the shine, but they don’t see the miles, Every setback built the style. So when I’m walkin’ back down them streets I grew, It’s full circle — me and them shoes. (Bridge) From the park light flickers to the midnight hustle, To the dream on the rim, yeah, it took some muscle. Now I’m back, no chains, just freedom, New flight every step — yeah, I bleed ‘em. (Hook) I’m back to the block, yeah I’m feelin’ too clean, Steppin’ in them J’s, red, black, and supreme. Old heads noddin’ like “yeah, that’s a dream,” New kids starin’, they know what it mean. I’m back to the block, back to my ways, Concrete stories, I walk ‘em in J’s. Flash from the past but the fit still blazin’, Home where the hustle made legends amazing. (Outro) Yeah, we never forget where we came from. Them J’s ain’t just sneakers — they symbols. Every crease, every step, it’s history. Back to the block — and we still fly.