This here track be touchin' on the grind. It's that vibe when you're pushin' focused and barely givin' up. You ride through the ups and downs, knowin' that you need to keep rollin' forward. It's a anthem for those who always quit.
Sparkles on My Wrist
They catch the light, reflectin' back a thousand fantasies. Every flick of my hand, they tell a story. This ain't just hardware, it's a symbol of all the work I put in. These stones are testimony that I made it, and they remind me to always staytrue.
Street Code
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
- Respect goes a long way, show some love/keep it real/treat others how you wanna be treated
- Staying authentic is everything.
No Love Lost
He glanced at the crumpled note, her copyright burning into here his vision. It was over. They'd found someone else. There was no goodbye. Just this cold, hard reality that their passion had been extinguished.
He was acutely aware of the ache in his chest, a heavy weight threatening to him from within. Anger? Possibly. Sadness? Sure. But mostly, there was a chilling emptiness where her warmth used to be.
No remorse lingered in his mind. He'd given it his best shot. It wasn't enough. This wasn't a loss that deserved tears. He would rise above it, dust himself off, and carry the torch.
No love lost.
Locked In The Trap
Life within these walls can be harsh. The concrete that separate us from the outside world can feel like unyielding shackles. It's easy to become consumed by darkness. Every day feels like an uphill battle against the oppression 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 vibe when you're on top of the world, {rockin'|throwin' it in gear, and the wind is whistlin' through your locks. You're living life in the fast lane, dude. It's a state of mind like no other.
- Ride like the wind
- The world is your oyster
- {Stay safe and enjoy the trip|