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(Verses
Yo, I'm the dope boy, Ima Fairfield king,
Grizzly Island beast, I’m the realest in the ring.
707 rep, yeah, I'm flexin' on these fakes,
Ballin' like a motherfucka, breaking all the stakes.
Bitches on my line, wanna ride with ur boy monster
But I’m too busy stacking, got that paper on the plug.
Body slayer, when I drop, they feel the pain,
Ain't no stoppin' this grind, it's the risk that I take. to take care of my fam
(Chorus)
I’m a Grizzly island,killa I’m a savage, ain’t no playin’ nice,
Fairfield streets, rollin’ dice, livin’ life like it's my last night.
Thug life, gotta hustle, gotta do it right,
707 grind, we gon’ shine, every day, every night. stay away from the rollers,
Catch me in the west, where the real ones wear they vests, pimp hoes and stack paper
From the block to the Bay, you can hear the slut yell my name.
With my niggas by my side, we be rugged and loud,
Ima stand-up figure, can’t no one take my crown
Poppin' bottles, hittin' licks, yeah we run this shit,
Ain't no fear in my heart, I’m the Grizzly island killa, I’m the shit.
Flexin’ on these haters, they just wish they could,
But I’m out here grindin’, man, I’m reppin’
I’m a Grizzly island killa , I’m a savage, ain’t no playin’ nice,
Fairfield streets, rollin’ dice, livin’ life like it's my last night.
Thug life, gotta hustle, gotta do it right,
707 grind, we gon’ shine, every day, every night.
So watch me rise, from the dirt to the sky,
Ima Fairfield dope boy, ain’t no tellin' a lie.
Grizzly Island pride, yeah, we takin' what's due,
Forever in the game, 707, I'm true.
Grizzly Island Dreams
Genre: Free Verse
In the heart of 707,
where the streets pulse like a heartbeat,
I roam, a dope boy in the shadows,
Ima Fairfield soul,
weaving through whispers of ambition
and smoke,
with every step,
the earth knows my name.
Grizzly Island calls
with its rugged edges,
its silent witnesses,
the times I’ve tasted victory,
and the scars that map my life.
I stand, a body slayer in the game,
a warrior dressed in the weight of dreams.
The echoes of the bay and the dead opps
carry stories of survival,
of hustle and hope,
of fires ignited in the depths of night
where loyalty burns bright,
and every hustle,
every struggle,
stitches the fabric of my reality.
Fairfield, you’re carved into my veins,
proudly repping 4 life,
the rhythm of the streets
playing in my soul,
the spirit of the island
guiding my way
through the dense early mist,
as the sun rises,
a promise of resilience
that never fades.
So here I stand,
with a heart forged in the grit,
eyes set on the horizon,
a future bright as the stars
that hang over Grizzly’s grace,
rooted in this place,
where legends rise
and the past fuels the forever.
I am here,
I am now,
I am home.
707 4 lifeeeeeee
