[Intro]
Kick, push
Cash in the grip, don't slip
Whole block talking like they did this
Nah, they just witness
[Verse 1]
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”
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
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
[Chorus]
