gynnaslyd

Glocks double beaming, we gleaming in the night, Foes scheming, they dreaming, but they ain't got the sight, Horns blaring, we daring, in the heat of the fight, Life's a movie, no CGI, we keep it all tight. On the grind, intertwined with the streets' rhythm, Chasing dreams, it seems, we ain't got no prison, Enemies in my rearview, heart full of venom, Got the squad, we applaud, every step we given. Money talks, we walk, stacking paper in piles, Counting blessings, no stressing, we be living in styles, From the block to the top, never stopping for miles, With the Glocks, we unlock, every moment with smiles. Echoes ringing, we swinging through the chaos, In the dark, we spark, like a light from the day’s gloss, Fame's a game, but the pain is what it pays off, Ride or die, no lie, in the zone like a playoff.