This here track be about the hustle. It's that feeling when you're stayin' ahead and just callin' it quits. You ride through the obstacles, knowin' that you need to keep rollin' forward. It's a vibe for those who always back down.
Gems on My Wrist
They catch the rays, reflectin' back a thousand visions. Every flick of my hand, they tell a story. This ain't just bling, it's a symbol of all the grind I put in. These stones are proof that I made it, and they remind me to always stayfocused.
The Rules of the Street
Straight up, knowing/understanding/picking up street code is like having/being equipped with/owning a secret weapon out here. It's the unspoken language/rules/protocol that keeps things/makes things run/regulates smooth in the hood/streets/concrete jungle. You gotta show respect/pay your dues/be on your best behavior or else things can get messy/ugly/turned around fast. It's all about reading between the lines/knowing what's up/getting the vibe.
- Loyalty is key, always got your back/looking out for each other/riding with your crew
- Courtesy goes a long way, show some love/keep it real/treat others how you wanna be treated
- Keeping it ???? is everything.
No Love Lost
He gazed at the crumpled note, her copyright burning into his vision. It was over. They'd left without a trace. There was no explanation. Just this cold, hard reality that their love had been extinguished.
He was acutely aware of the ache in his chest, a heavy weight about to him from within. Anger? Perhaps. Sadness? Sure. But mostly, there was a chilling void where her warmth used to be.
No regrets lingered in his mind. He'd done all he could. It wasn't enough. This wasn't a tragedy that deserved sorrow. He would rise above it, dust himself off, and forge ahead.
No love lost.
Locked In The Trap
Life behind bars can be brutal. The bars that divide us from the outside world can feel like a burden. It's easy to lose hope. Every day feels like a test of will against the system that surrounds us. Yet, even in this hopeless situation, there is always a glimmer of hope to hold onto.
Soarin' Above
This ain't just about the sweet ride, man. It's about that feeling when you're on top of the world, {rockin'|throwin' it in gear, and the wind is whistlin' through your hair. You're experiencin' life in the fast lane, brother. It's a journey like more info no other.
- Push it to the limit
- There's nothin' but open road ahead
- {Stay safe and enjoy the journey|