Back on my board

Kick, push

Cash in the grip, don't slip

Whole block talking like they did this

Nah, they just witness

Roll up, trucks tight, concrete tattooed

Hoodie full of cash, couple racks in the shoe

Used to tuck chrome by the hem of the jeans

Heart on safety but my head full of schemes

Back lot, late night, carving that S-line

Phone blowing up while I’m tracing this grind

I seen friends trade wheels for a fast fix

Trade decks for the drama and the bad scripts

I was on that corner, eyes red, hands cold

Metal in the waistband, dreams on hold

Mama praying I would choose a new run

But the board kept calling like “come, you’re the one”

I fell down chasin’ money and guns

Now I’m back on my board, back on my board

I got scars from the cash and the drums

But I’m back on my board, back on my board

Whole life tried to pull me in the mud

Now I’m back on my board, back on my board

If I ride I ain’t running from none

‘Cause I’m back on my board, back on my board (yeah)

Used to stack chips off a quick handoff

Now I stack tricks till the skin peel off

Blood on the grip, that’s a real bank roll

Every fall pay dues, that’s a real man’s toll

They flash steel; I flash heel flip, kick out

They flash bills; I flash film with the kids out

Teaching little homies how to land, not to load

How to ride from the pain, not explode

Still hear sirens when the wheels start spinning

Still got a past, yeah the fight still in him

But I’d rather take a slam on the flat ground

Than to lay flat down ‘cause the pipe sound

Cash in the sock, trucks on the deck

If it ain’t respect, I ain’t cutting that check

Gun in the story, not the ending I write

I choose tail slides over tail lights in the night

Board in my palm like a pledge, like a prayer

Every push say “I’ma make it outta here”

Yeah I rode with the wrong ones, chasing that rush

Now it’s just me, this street, and the trucks