Yo, the idea was fresh but it turned to decay, Cruisin' in a Kia, just thirteen, what a day, First taste of the streets,
Yo, the idea was fresh but it turned to decay, Cruisin' in a Kia, just thirteen, what a day, First taste of the streets, but it felt so wrong, Spillin' lemonade dreams, where the pain belongs. Betrayed by my crew, thought they had my back, But loyalty's a myth when the trust starts to crack, Grimy asphalt, where the shadows creep, Lessons learned in the night, no time for sleep. Reality hits hard, like a fist to the face, Chasin' down a dream, but I’m lost in the race, Concrete jungle, where the weak can’t thrive, But I’m grindin' through the struggle, just to stay alive. From the lows to the highs, gotta keep it real, Every setback's a step, just a part of the deal, The idea was bright, but the path turned dark, Still I rise from the ashes, ignitin' that spark. Yo, the idea was fresh but it turned to decay, Tongue keepin' fuckin' with a broken tooth cavity, Spit fire in the booth, raw like the streets, Truth in my veins, no retreat, no defeat. Thoughts twisted like the metal in a junkyard, Dreams shattered, but I’m grindin’ hard, Echoes of the past, hauntin’ like a ghost, Lost in the hustle, but I’m still doin’ the most. Came from the bottom, now I’m risin’ like dough, Got that hunger in my eyes, let the whole world know, Every scar tells a story, every line’s a truth, Raw energy flowin’, like I’m spittin’ from the booth. No façade, just the grit and the grind, This life’s a puzzle, every piece hard to find, But I’m buildin’ my empire, brick by brick, Raw vibes in the mix, gotta hustle, gotta stick. or
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Yo, the idea was fresh but it turned to decay, Cruisin' in a Kia, just thirteen, what a day, First taste of the streets, but it felt so wrong, Spillin' lemonade dreams, where the pain belongs. Betrayed by my crew, thought they had my back, But loyalty's a myth when the trust starts to crack, Grimy asphalt, where the shadows creep, Lessons learned in the night, no time for sleep. Reality hits hard, like a fist to the face, Chasin' down a dream, but I’m lost in the race, Concrete jungle, where the weak can’t thrive, But I’m grindin' through the struggle, just to stay alive. From the lows to the highs, gotta keep it real, Every setback's a step, just a part of the deal, The idea was bright, but the path turned dark, Still I rise from the ashes, ignitin' that spark. Yo, the idea was fresh but it turned to decay, Tongue keepin' fuckin' with a broken tooth cavity, Spit fire in the booth, raw like the streets, Truth in my veins, no retreat, no defeat. Thoughts twisted like the metal in a junkyard, Dreams shattered, but I’m grindin’ hard, Echoes of the past, hauntin’ like a ghost, Lost in the hustle, but I’m still doin’ the most. Came from the bottom, now I’m risin’ like dough, Got that hunger in my eyes, let the whole world know, Every scar tells a story, every line’s a truth, Raw energy flowin’, like I’m spittin’ from the booth. No façade, just the grit and the grind, This life’s a puzzle, every piece hard to find, But I’m buildin’ my empire, brick by brick, Raw vibes in the mix, gotta hustle, gotta stick. or
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