Easy E in the back seat

Cruisin' through the night, no six-fo to steer,

Whispers in the wind, Easy E in my ear.

Concrete jungle where the spirits still roam,

Legends in the grave, but they never alone.

Rollin' with the ghosts, hear the bassline thump,

Echoes of the past, every speaker pump.

Soul on the asphalt, memories ignite,

Dead rappers live forever in the streetlight.

Fingers on the wheel, shadow rides with me,

Hood stories told under the Memphis marquee.

Chain swingin' heavy, but the air feel cold,

Easy's voice lingers, stories untold.

Neon signs flicker, blood on the curb,

Past haunts the present, my thoughts disturbed.

Ghost ridin' slow, windows cracked for the dead,

A track for the fallen, lyrics unsaid.

Rollin' with the ghosts, hear the bassline thump,

Echoes of the past, every speaker pump.

Soul on the asphalt, memories ignite,

Dead rappers live forever in the streetlight.

No Compton here, but the vibe still raw,

Southside grindin’, grit in the claw.

They said legends never die, they just fade to black,

But Easy's in the ride, sittin’ right in the back.