Hook:
Sendin' shots, we pour it up, let it rain (Woo)
Toast to the block, to the pain, to the lane (Bah)
If you switch, then we send it back the same (Grrt)
Night go boom, city glow, light the flame (Woo)
Verse 1:
Steppin' out, camo coat, night movin' slow,
Bands on my waist, pockets heavy, bankroll,
Crew on my back, whole block know the code,
Eyes on the skyline, radar on the road.
Sendin' shots like bottles, pour it out some more,
Enemies whisper but we thunder at the door,
Cold in my chest but my circle stay warm,
Count up the nights, count up the scars we wore. (Woo)
Hook:
Sendin' shots, we pour it up, let it rain (Woo)
Toast to the block, to the pain, to the lane (Bah)
If you switch, then we send it back the same (Grrt)
Night go boom, city glow, light the flame (Woo)
Verse 2:
Lights flicker, heart steady, trigger for the beat,
Street symphony bangin', concrete under feet,
She keep it real, ride or die, never cheat,
We at the table where the loud and the fearless meet.
Pull up, double cup, let the ice melt slow,
Talk cheap? Nah, we let the actions show,
Loyalty cost heavy, but we pay regardless, bro,
Keep the circle small, keep the stakes on low. (Bah)
Hook:
Sendin' shots, we pour it up, let it rain (Woo)
Toast to the block, to the pain, to the lane (Bah)
If you switch, then we send it back the same (Grrt)
Night go boom, city glow, light the flame (Woo)
Verse 3:
Dash light blinkin', windows fog with smoke,
Names on the list, memories we evoke,
Hollow eyes watchin' while the city spoke,
We plant seeds deep where the cold wind pokes.
Sendin' shots like letters, stamped with that pride,
You test the king, you test the tide, you test the ride,
No rewind, only forward, keep that stride,
Moon hang low while the real ones slide. (Grrt)
Hook:
Sendin' shots, we pour it up, let it rain (Woo)
Toast to the block, to the pain, to the lane (Bah)
If you switch, then we send it back the same (Grrt)
Night go boom, city glow, light the flame (Woo)
Verse 4:
Concrete confessions, we pray before the run,
Cross me wrong, feel the echo of the gun (metaphor), son—
Love for the crew, love for the soil we spun,
Keep the torch lit while the cold wind shuns.
Money talk soft but the watch talk loud,
We move silent through the crowd, never bow,
Keep the faith, keep the heat, make the city proud,
Sendin' shots for the lost, for the ones gone now. (Woo)
Outro:
Pour one for the night, pour one for the code,
Sendin' shots till the sun wipe the road,
We ride with the ghosts, we ride with the load,
City heartbeat steady — this is how it go (Bah, Woo).
Porque music
See you when I see you
Otro