From The Bronx To the Tims

[Intro]
Cold winters
Thin socks
One pair of boots
Whole block watched (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Came up where the heat from the oven was the heater
Moms at the table turnin’ worries into dinner
Roaches in the cupboard, but the dreams got bigger
Whole building leanin’, but my will got thicker
Stairwell funk, dice games, lil’ skippers
Fifth-floor window, red and blue in the mirrors
Teacher said “statistics,” I said “flip these figures”
Turn a corner store hustler to a seven-figure winner
[Chorus]
From the Bronx to the top, I remember them nights
Same boots, same block, now I’m under them lights
I just wanted one pair, now I’m stampin’ my stripes
From the scuffs on the sole to the name on the side
From the Bronx to the top, I remember them nights
Same boots, same block, now I’m under them lights
I just wanted one pair, now I’m stampin’ my stripes
Put my story in the leather, let the whole hood rise (yeah)
[Verse 2]
First check hit, I ain’t run for a chain
Hit the corner for a box with my name on the tag
Laced up tight, felt the weight of the pain
Every step sayin’ “we ain’t goin’ back to the past”
Phones buzzin’, cousins sayin’ “you changed”
I’m just showin’ ‘em the ceiling ain’t the end of the frame
Label want the logo, I just want my lane
From the curb to the catalog, remember the rain (uh)
[Chorus]
From the Bronx to the top, I remember them nights
Same boots, same block, now I’m under them lights
I just wanted one pair, now I’m stampin’ my stripes
From the scuffs on the sole to the name on the side
From the Bronx to the top, I remember them nights
Same boots, same block, now I’m under them lights
I just wanted one pair, now I’m stampin’ my stripes
Put my story in the leather, let the whole hood rise (rise)
[Bridge]
Walked through the mud, through the blood, through the slush (walk)
Concrete talk, every crack, every cut
From the train to the plane, all the way up
Every step in these boots say we made it from the dust (yeah, yeah)

rap, Gritty East-meets-West bounce: boom-bap drums locked to a lazy G-funk swing, rubbery talkbox leads, eerie keys, and thick sub-bass. Male vocals, aggressive but laid-back confidence. Hook explodes with stacked chant-style backing, verses stay close and conversational. Occasional vinyl crackle and siren stabs for texture., west coast rap, funk, hip hop