Stories from the trenches

Huh…
Yeah… this one real life, ain’t no actin’.
Every line from the pavement, no cappin’.

[Verse 1]
He was just a shorty, dreams in his head,
Mama said stay out them streets — he fled.
Whole lotta hunger, no food, no bread,
So he linked with the block just to get that spread.

Fast forward — now he known in the set,
Lil bro got stripes, lil bro got rep.
But the price on fame come with a threat,
Enemies close, and they never forget.

[Hook]
This that drill talk, real walk, pain in the rhythm,
Came from the mud, had to make that decision.
Ain’t no love when you deep in the system,
Gotta move smart — every step got wisdom.

[Verse 2]
He was posted up late on the ave,
Phone blowin’ up, sayin’ “they gon’ slide back.”
He ain’t trip, just laughed, “I’m used to that,”
Put one in the clip — never trust no chat.

Car pull up slow, lights off, no sound,
Whole block froze, hearts start to pound.
First shot hit, lil bro hit the ground,
Now the story of a king echo all through the town.

[Hook]
This that drill talk, real walk, pain in the rhythm,
Came from the mud, had to make that decision.
Ain’t no love when you deep in the system,
Gotta move smart — every step got wisdom.

[Outro]
Every move got cost, every street got ghosts,
Some make it out, but most get close.
That’s why I stay sharp, stay woke, stay froze —
’Cause the game don’t change, that’s how life goes.

Drill /, rap