Yo, step into my world, where the grind never quits,
Hustlin' through the shadows, stackin' chips like bricks.
This is me, straight hood, no facade, no fake,
Livin' life on the edge, for the thrill and the cake.
(Verse 1, heavy bass drop, Memphis trap beat—think Dolph flow, raw and relentless)
First off, shards got me wired, crystal clear in the night,
Energy surgin', keepin' the game tight.
Then it's the guns, tucked close, protection on deck,
In this wild life, you gotta stay checked.
Weed in the blunt, clouds rollin' high,
Mellow the chaos, touchin' the sky.
New plugs callin', connections expand,
Fresh links in the chain, buildin' the brand.
(Chorus, build it up with ad-libs— "Yeah, that's me, hood certified!")
Pussy, money, cars— that's the trifecta supreme,
Shards, weed, guns— fuelin' the dream.
New plugs droppin' in, keep the supply on lock,
Gettin' my COD Warzone on, poppin' heads non-stop.
Not to mention rap, spittin' fire on the mic,
This is how I do me, day and every night.
(Verse 2, switch the flow, faster pace like Key Glock—gritty, unapologetic)
Cars gleamin' under streetlights, rims spinnin' wild,
Pushin' that whip, feelin' like a king, no denial.
Pussy on the menu, chasin' that vibe so sweet,
Bad ones ridin' shotgun, makin' the night complete.
Money rainin' down, green stacks in my grip,
From the block to the top, watch the empire flip.
And rap? That's the soul, bars droppin' like bombs,
Tellin' my story, keepin' the legacy strong.
(Bridge, slow it down, old-school R&B hook—smooth keys, deep vibe, whisper the real)
In random order, but you know the code,
From the highs to the lows, this is my road.
Shards spark the fire, weed chills the storm,
Guns guard the fort, cars take the form.
New plugs, fresh game, COD blasts in the zone,
Pussy and money, rap holdin' the throne.
(Outro, fade with echoes— "Hood forever, you feel me?")
Yeah, that's the list, twisted in my rhyme,
Livin' unfiltered, one hustle at a time.
You know what I like...
