[Intro]
Yeah
Fresco Fresno
East side, west side
Look
[Verse 1]
I was raised where the sun hit hard
Lewis Street porch, playing cards in the yard
Clay Street cousins, front steps, cracked paint
Tyler block taught me what the church songs can't
Hand-me-down shoes, but the walk stayed mean
Bikes on the sidewalk, same crew, same dream
Sirens as a soundtrack, mom praying soft
Told me "keep your head when the heat go off"
[Chorus]
From Lewis to Lotus, we grind, we go (we go)
Clay, Tyler, to Belgravia, that’s all I know
East side heart with a west side soul
Fresno in my blood, I was built from this road
From Lewis to Lotus, we grind, we go (we go)
Clay, Tyler, to Belgravia, that’s how it roll
Hands to the sky, put it up for the code
Fresno in my blood, I was built from this road
[Verse 2]
Then we slid to the west where the dust still bite
Lotus Street nights, got a whole new sight
Belgravia corners, OGs posted
Game in they eyes, every word so potent
Hustle ain’t a hobby, that’s a way to eat
Flips out the trunk just to make that week
Grinding in the heat, in the fog, in the rain
Turned every little loss to a notch in the chain
[Bridge]
East side, west side, same fight, same hunger
Same chipped curbs, same pipes, same thunder
Same big dreams on the small-town grid
I did what I had to, you did what you did
But I’m still here, still loud, still stand
F-R-E-S-N-O on the hat, that’s the brand
[Chorus]
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