Fresh out the county, I’m back in my zone,

Fresh out the county, I’m back in my zone, Lady Shark bite, I'm gnashing the bone, Bombing through the night in a slab, I’m alone, Bunk hailing rain, but my heart made of stone. Yard full of shadows, the fence getting wrecked, Dog on the prowl, got the streets in check, Pune in the air, it reflects in the tech, Life’s a gamble, I’m all in, no deck. Dark thoughts creeping, but I’m light on my feet, Hustle in the alley where the night turns sweet, Trust in the fam, but the snakes still creep, Loyalty’s a burden when the price is steep. Count my blessings, but I’m counting my sins, Shark in the water, where the hunger begins, Silent like a ghost when the chaos spins, Fresh out the county, but the struggle still wins. In the shadows where the rebels scheme, Mello rain drippin', livin' out the dream, Commissary stacks, yeah, we plot and scheme, Blessings in the struggle, rise up like steam. Concrete jungle where the hustlers roam, From the block to the top, we claimin' our throne, Never backin' down, we in it for the chrome, Spittin' fire in the booth, make the mic our home. Survivin' in the chaos, we dance with fate, Heavy is the crown when you carry that weight, Unleashin' all the pain, let the world relate, Rebellious with the flow, can't nobody dictate. Eyes on the prize, we breakin' the mold, Stories of the streets, every verse is gold, With the spirit of the legends, we never fold, Makin' moves in silence, let the truth be told.