[Hook]
From the curb to the crown, we was built for the sound
If you know, then you know how the real get down
Old souls, new goals, still holding it down
’90s state of mind when the beat come around
[Verse 1]
Late night streetlights, thoughts heavy as gold
Dreams in my pockets, but my coat stay cold
Learned quick that the loud don’t last
Only real ones standing when the smoke clear fast
Radio cyphers, tape decks rewind
Every bar handwritten, every line designed
No gimmicks, just hunger in the rhyme pattern
Trying to flip pain into something that matter
Concrete lessons, no professor involved
Life quiz daily, no test ever solved
Watched legends rise, watched legends fall
So I speak for the cracks in the city wall
[Hook]
From the curb to the crown, we was built for the sound
If you know, then you know how the real get down
Old souls, new goals, still holding it down
’90s state of mind when the beat come around
[Verse 2]
Timbs on the pavement or Chucks full of dust
Same grind, different coast, same need for trust
Everybody chasing shine, few chasing truth
Hard times turn boys into living proof
Mic check honesty, no cap in the booth
I don’t rap for applause, I rap for the roots
Every verse pay rent to the past I survived
Still here, still hungry, still sharp with the drive
No filters, just facts in the frame
If you felt that line, then we cut from the same
It ain’t about fame, it’s respect that last
’90s in my blood, can’t erase that past
[Bridge]
Slow beats, heavy drums, let it ride
Real don’t rush, let the truth decide
If the vibe feel raw, then it’s right on time
That’s the sound of a era that refuse to die
[Final Hook]
From the curb to the crown, we was built for the sound
If you know, then you know how the real get down
Old souls, new goals, still holding it down
’90s state of mind when the beat come around
