Back On The Map

[Intro]
Yeah
Hard life
But we still here
Compton
[Verse 1]
Roaches in the kitchen, sirens by the crib
Mama say a prayer every time we leave the whip
Homies on the corner tryna flip another zip
Judge hit my cousin with a number, made me trip
School shoes busted, but we still ran fast
Dreams in a backpack, living on “maybe it lasts”
Bills on the table like they daring us to fold
Heart getting heavy but the block made it gold
[Chorus]
Life so hard, but we gon’ make it
Compton on my back, I’m finna raise it (yeah)
They counting us out, but we came back
We got Willi BANZ putting Compton on the map (on the map)
Life so hard, but we gon’ make it
I can feel that crown, I’m finna take it
They counting us out, but we came back
We got Willi BANZ putting Compton on the map
[Verse 2]
Red line, blue line, still the same train
Kids on the pavement, learning from the pain
Uncle on the couch, fighting off the rain
Dreams in his eyes when he hear my name
Grandma in the pews, hands to the sky
Say “baby, if you fall, get up and just try”
So I’m in the lab, turned losses into flames
Every single scar spelling out our names
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
From Rosecrans down to Alameda
Whole city screaming, “we don’t need a savior”
We just need a shot, we just need a lane
We just need a voice saying “you can change”
[low vocal register] Willi BANZ on the stage, that’s hope in the flesh
Every bar that he spit send a kid to the next step
[Chorus]

rap, Gritty West Coast hip-hop bounce with thick bass, snappy drums, and eerie bell samples. Verses ride a head-nod pocket with tightly stacked male vocals and ad-libs; hook explodes with gang-style chants and octave doubles on the lead. Subtle orchestra stabs and filtered vocal chops lift the final chorus for a triumphant, street-anthem feel., hip hop