559 goon

Rise of the 559 Goon

Yo, I’m lost in the game, but my heart stay bussin’,

Swag on a trillion, while these haters just frontin’.

Damn, I’m flexin’ hard, like a whip with no brakes,

Superman on the track, watch these fakes hit the stakes.

Kicks fresh, I’m a rockstar, sippin’ Henny on the side,

Skrrt, I’m revvin’ up dreams, while the dark times collide.

Popo lurkin’ in the shadows, but I’m never scared to fight,

Hitters on my corner, ready, we’re igniting the night.

A hopeless grind, but still I stay hyped,

Designer on my back, every step feels so right.

Timeless legacy, I’m buildin’ up my own scene,

I’m the king of this hustle, livin’ life like a dream.

Damn, I been humble, learned lessons from the pain,

Regrets in my pocket but I’m pushin’ through the rain.

Fearful thoughts creep, but I ain’t lettin’ ‘em in,

Bitter from the losses, but I know I’ll always win.

I’m blessed and I’m cursed, fuck it, I’ll take it all,

Anxious but defiant, ready for the good call.

Depressed in the dark, but my spirit won’t break,

Angry at the world, but I’m makin’ my own fate.

Motivated by struggle, I rise from the ground,

Overwhelmed with ambition, this grit’s my only sound.

With every step I take, I’m the underdog that’s fly,

In the 559 heat, watch this goon touch the sky.

Ballin’ with my hitters, we elite in the game,

Fresh to death, livin’ wild, never givin’ a damn.

So remember this name when the come-up is shown,

Fresno’s finest, baby, I’ll never settle, I’m grown.