

Prompt / 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
Tags
West Coast Hip-Hop, G-Funk vibe, street storytelling, smooth beats, rap vocals
1:36
No
4/19/2026