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Street Legacy
Flat cap on, I’m a shadow in the smoke,
Silent with the moves, but my words cut like a stroke,
Built from the ashes, where the cold nights spoke,
Every scar on my skin is a crown that I tote.
Album drop, yeah we carve the name deep,
Legends never rest, even when we don’t sleep,
From the gutter to the stage, heavy truths that we keep,
Street legacy alive, this the vow that we reap.
Cross eyes stitched, but the vision stay wide,
Chain on my vest with the rage I hide,
Every beat that I spit is a bullet I ride,
Raise fists to the sky, let the real ones unite.
Freakin’ Name
They call me nothing, but I turn it to flame,
Every alley knows the echo of my freakin’ name,
Suits sharp, words sharper, I don’t play the same,
History in my veins, power run in my frame.
Say my freakin’ name when the lights go black,
Every rhyme that I drop is a loaded track,
From the silence of the street to the world I crack,
Freakin’ name in your mouth, better watch your back.
Rust in the city but the hustle stay gold,
Every bar that I spit worth a fortune untold,
From the shadows where the young turn savage and bold,
I’m the story that the future gonna watch unfold.
Day Ones
Started from the block, where the nights felt long,
Dreams in my head kept me movin’ strong,
Broke days, no cash, but we still held on,
Now we speak through the beats, every word’s my song.
Shout out to my day ones, never switched lanes,
Built from the struggle, we embrace the pain,
If the world go cold, we gon’ light that flame,
Album on the rise, they gon’ know the name.
Laughs in the rain, now the sun gon’ shine,
We ain’t rich yet, but the grind still fine,
Every scar that I got is a sign, not a crime,
From the bottom to the top, it’s just a matter of time.
Late Nights
Late nights with the crew, talkin’ big plans,
Cheap drink in the cup, but we rich in the stance,
No suits, no cars, just a hustle in our hands,
We believe in the dream, that’s the way we advance.
Late nights, bright lights in my mind,
I’mma chase what’s mine, no rewind,
Every loss just a sign, I’m aligned,
One day they gon’ play us worldwide.
Missed calls from home, said I’m out too late,
But the booth is my church, and the mic is my faith,
I ain’t tryna flex, I just wanna create,
From the small town life to the big city gate.
Momma Things
I remember late nights, you were workin’ so hard,
Hands rough, eyes tired, still you played your part.
Every meal on the table, every stitch in my clothes,
You carried all the weight, but nobody knows.
I was young, too blind to see the scars on your skin,
The battles that you fought just to keep us within.
Now I stand on the stage, but the truth stays clear,
Every win that I get, Mom, it’s you right here.
For Mama, I rhyme, every beat is your song,
Every tear that I drop been with me all along.
If the world ever ask who taught me to stay strong,
It was you, Mama, you the reason I belong.
For Mama, I fight, every scar that I show,
Every pain that I bear is the love that you grow.
If I shine in the dark, then I want you to know,
This light ain’t mine, Mama, it’s your soul that glow.
I remember cold nights when the bills ran high,
You would smile through the struggle, never let us cry.
Told me, “Son, don’t quit, just aim for the sky,”
So I’m chasin’ every dream with a fire in my eye.
Now the crowd knows my name, but my heart stays still,
‘Cause the first one I owe is the one who will
Never ask for a crown, never ask for fame,
You just wanted me safe, never drown in the pain.
If I could give the world, I would give it to you,
For the nights you stayed awake when my fever came through.
For the times you went hungry just to feed me food,
Mama, every single breath, it belongs to you.
For Mama, I rhyme, every beat is your song,
Every tear that I drop been with me all along.
If the world ever ask who taught me to stay strong,
It was you, Mama, you the reason I belong.
For Mama, I fight, every scar that I show,
Every pain that I bear is the love that you grow.
If I shine in the dark, then I want you to know,
This light ain’t mine, Mama, it’s your soul that glow.
So when the lights fade out and the stage turns cold,
Know my story’s not fame, it’s your love I hold.
Every rhyme that I write, every truth I unfold,
Is a letter to you, Mama, worth more than gold.
Take your mask off, all the stories untold,
Let the world see your strength, let your heart unfold.
Through the silence and the pain, you’ve been my mold,
Mama, you’re the diamond in a world so cold.
Let’s talk about it.
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