Blues Like A Yo-Yo

[Verse 1]
Used to post up on that corner
I was pale, they was tatted up
They was really aiming at opponents
I was tryna act savage, tryna act tough
White boy sittin’ in the backseat
Loud pack, big plans, bad habits
They was talking ‘bout bodies, I laughed it
But I seen too much, can’t cap it
I was tryna blend in with danger
Acting like I never felt fear
They was calling me bro, not stranger
But I knew I ain’t built like them peers
Still I rode when they slid through
Prayed quiet they ain’t really gotta shoot
Heart heavy when the smoke cleared
Some nights I still taste that truth
[Chorus]
See my money?! I’m gettin’ blues like a yo-yo
Up, down, up, down, that’s the way that it go though (yeah)
I was tryna fly, kept fallin’ to the old lows
We all lose some, that’s the way that the road goes
See my money?! I’m gettin’ blues like a yo-yo
Spin back, bounce back, pockets on solo
Thought I had it locked, got cut by my own smoke
We all lose some, that’s the way that the road goes (road goes)
[Verse 2]
Signed up tryna change my life
Left the block, left the long nights
Boot camp, new boots, new stripes
New hope, new code, new fights
But I kept that lil’ bag in my locker
One hit when the world felt heavy
Thought “ain’t no way this gon’ stop us”
Till they pulled me in, eyes deadly
First sergeant with the folder
“Son, you just threw this all away”
Head low, but my chest colder
Same kid from the block that day
Now I’m back in my hometown, same gas
Same couch, same past, same pain
Looking at the ones that ain’t last
Asking why I’m still stuck in this lane
[Chorus]
See my money?! I’m gettin’ blues like a yo-yo
Up, down, up, down, that’s the way that it go though
Built a lil’ stack, then I lost it on a slow roll
We all lose some, that’s the way that the road goes
See my money?! I’m gettin’ blues like a yo-yo
Spin back, bounce back, pockets on solo
Staring at the mirror like “you really let your soul go”
We all lose some, that’s the way that the road goes
[Bridge]
We all lose some, but what we learn from it? (yeah)
Boys with the guns, I still burn from it
Coulda been a tag on a toe, I admit
Coulda been a number in a file, that’s it
We all lose some, but I ain’t lose hope
Got scars, got charges, still I cope
From them shots in the dark to that failed test
Tryna turn all that mess to a real next step
[Chorus]
See my money?! I’m gettin’ blues like a yo-yo
Up, down, up, down, that’s the way that it go though
Fell off hard, but I’m climbin’ out slow-mo
We all lose some, that’s the way that the road goes
See my money?! I’m gettin’ blues like a yo-yo
Spin back, bounce back, pockets on solo
Every lil’ loss put a chip in my old glow
We all lose some… but I won’t let my soul go (yeah)

rap, Hard-hitting Southern trap feel, mid-tempo bounce with 808 sub swells and crisp hi-hats. Verses ride a menacing yet nostalgic piano loop; hook explodes with layered male vocals and subtle chant backups. Second half adds airy pads and a low vocal octave double to deepen the regretful tone while the drums stay locked and punchy., blues