(Tone: calm danger. Voice low but cutting — every bar lands like a memory and a threat.)
[Verse 1]
(Must I) bust one — just to show what I’m cut from,
North side — 11th and Ham, where the blood hums.
Concrete sermons, young preacher with a snub drum,
Dreams weighed heavy — couldn’t rest ‘til the funds come.
Jay-Piece, born from them echoing streetlights,
Bustin’ Js on 7th, tryin’ to rewrite life.
If we wasn’t hoopin’, we was movin’ to survive nights,
Court turned to corners — different game, same fights.
Light-pole posted, wind cold but the soul hot,
Came from the slums where the hope rot.
South side hatin’ — they could never make the glow stop,
One bold coward tried — caught him where the flow drop.
Paper route prophet, grind got a ritual,
Mind like a general, steps analytical.
Crash out? Never — I maneuver metaphysical,
If you ain’t H-S-R, you invisible.
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[Hook – call & response rhythm]
(Yeah!) North side pimpin’, gospel from the curb,
Talk less, grind more — action over words.
From the courts to the corner, my sermon got heard,
Now they quote me like a psalm out the dirt — that’s church.
(Yeah!) North side pimpin’, holy with the hustle,
Heart full of pain, turned the pain into muscle.
From the field to the faith, every scar still subtle,
Now I’m preachin’ with a crown from the struggle.
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[Verse 2]
Coattail riders couldn’t catch me on my worst shift,
Half speed still first — check the wordsmith.
Talk loud ‘til the peace make the nerves twitch,
Faith in my aim — every verse hit.
Bomb first doctrine, taught by the pavements,
Rage got manners, but the tool ain’t patient.
Candy paint drippin’ — same hue as the grapes is,
Smoke same color when the Lakers play the Grizz.
You say you gettin’ women? Boy, that’s comedy,
Still with Miss Pearly — broke monogamy.
Meanwhile I’m north side, paper the policy,
You trade your soul for a buzz and economy.
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[Bridge – drop the beat to half-speed, lower tone]
Don’t slow my sermon — I ain’t finished yet,
These bustas owe dues for the game I set.
Legacy stitched where the pain been etched,
Every scar on the block got my name in flesh.
She grind before I touch her, faith in finesse,
Clockin’ paper daily — her route like a test.
Round-the-clock motion, no sleep, no rest,
Every dollar she collect — North side blessed.
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[Outro – smooth fade, voice drops to whisper]
Never finished, never fold, never timid,
Every dream I had — I went and lived it.
Jay-Piece — Kansas crimson spirit,
North side testament — they gon’ feel it.
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