For you

Look—

Cold in the streets, had to move with a plan,

Heart turned stone, I ain’t trustin’ no man.

Came from the gutter, now I’m up where I stand,

Used to starve in the night, now I feast on demand.

Ain’t no talkin', we walk with the pressure,

Ops want smoke, then I’m bringin’ the measure.

No loose lips, we apply that stretcher,

Masked in the ride, but I’m calm under pressure.

Broski slide, no cap, no bluffin’,

Hood too live, every block stay buzzin’.

Never been sweet, I was raised in the oven,

Heat in my soul, now the trap got somethin’.

Talk on the net, but they silent in real,

Drill in my blood, I was born with that steel.

No movie, this life got chills,

So I spit what I live, every bar too ill.