Skinny Brakka
Yeah, I came from the struggle, where the streets stay cold, Guns in the shadows, but my heart's made of gold. Lost a couple friends, had to carry that weight, Heartbroken dreams, but I'm shifting my fate. (Verse 2) Every scar tells a story, I wear 'em with pride, Turn the pain into power, let that fire inside. A soldier on the grind, never backin' down, From the ashes I rise, wear my crown, no frown. (Verse 3) Life's a game of chess, gotta move with precision, Focus on my mission, breakin' through the division. No more tears fallin', I'm ready to fight, With my heart in my hand, I'm igniting the night. (Verse 4) So I hustle hard, every step I take, From the pain, I create, see the path that I make. Guns can't define me, I'm more than the strife, With my heart and my hustle, I'm reclaiming my life.
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Yeah, I came from the struggle, where the streets stay cold, Guns in the shadows, but my heart's made of gold. Lost a couple friends, had to carry that weight, Heartbroken dreams, but I'm shifting my fate. (Verse 2) Every scar tells a story, I wear 'em with pride, Turn the pain into power, let that fire inside. A soldier on the grind, never backin' down, From the ashes I rise, wear my crown, no frown. (Verse 3) Life's a game of chess, gotta move with precision, Focus on my mission, breakin' through the division. No more tears fallin', I'm ready to fight, With my heart in my hand, I'm igniting the night. (Verse 4) So I hustle hard, every step I take, From the pain, I create, see the path that I make. Guns can't define me, I'm more than the strife, With my heart and my hustle, I'm reclaiming my life.