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Lyrics
[Intro]
First hit the Blocc, memories run deep
Twelve years young, lessons to keep
Big cousin's watchful eyes, guiding my way
In the shop's upper room, where I used to stay
[Verse 1]
Outside, he’d whisper, "Watch ya back"
Taught me the game, stayed on the attack
From hustle to the grind, every step I take
Black rag on my side, no time to fake
Got it right sometimes, but lost some fights
Jailed in juvenile halls, days and lonely nights
CYA, the pen, memories in my mind
Hub and The DuBB, love so divine
Crip colors, running deep in my veins
Paid the price, felt the pain, still I remain
[Pre-Chorus]
From the streets to the halls, I learned it all
Stand tall, never fall, answer the call
Southern California, my block, my pride
BG front line, always by my side
[Chorus]
Remember when I first hit the Blocc, yeah
Lessons from the struggle, built my soul, yeah
From the hustle to the pain, I rise again
Crip love in my heart, through the rain and wind
[Bridge]
Time in the pen, stories untold
Growing tough, staying bold
Cousin's name, echo in my mind
Forever deep, through the grind
[Outro]
Bringing it back, these tales of the block
From the top to the bottom, never stop
legacy in my blood, standing tall
Crip love, it’s my call
Details
GeneratedApr 19, 2026
Duration1:36
LanguageEnglish
Style
West Coast Hip-Hop, G-Funk vibe, street storytelling, smooth beats, rap vocals
Credits
Prompt by
WilliBanz
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