(Verse 1)
Yeah, born in the hustle, raised off the grind,
Every corner got a story, every block got a sign.
Streets taught me lessons, every move had a price,
Young crips settin' goals, sacrifice, roll the dice.
Dreams painted vivid, but the canvas was red,
Chasin' paper while they tryna bury us instead.
Countin' blessings, flip the script, pay your dues,
In a world where they wanna see us singin' the blues.
(Chorus)
Crime pays, but it’s a heavy toll,
Stacking up the paper, but it scars your soul.
Every dollar made, can’t forget the game,
In the city of angels, but it ain’t the same.
(Verse 2)
Eyes on the prize, but we risk it all,
In this life of crime, got me feelin' so small.
But I rise above the noise, hear the echoes of the street,
Blueprint of a vision, make the struggle obsolete.
Generational wealth, it’s a marathon, not a sprint,
Put my people on, gotta break the chains, no print.
Stack the bricks and watch the empire expand,
From the block to the boardroom, I’m steppin' with a plan.
(Chorus)
Crime pays, but it’s a heavy toll,
Stacking up the paper, but it scars your soul.
Every dollar made, can’t forget the game,
In the city of angels, but it ain’t the same.
(Verse 3)
Late nights on the grind, while they sleepin’ on me,
Buildin’ from the bottom, gotta keep that heart free.
Never forget the struggle while we chase the light,
From the dark to the dawn, got the hunger and the fight.
Success is a journey and the road ain’t paved,
Turnin’ pain into passion, it’s the life that we crave.
We gon' make it out, got my city on my back,
Breaking barriers, watch the haters fall slack.
(Chorus)
Crime pays, but it’s a heavy toll,
Stacking up the paper, but it scars your soul.
Every dollar made, can’t forget the game,
In the city of angels, but it ain’t the same.
(Verse 4)
So I hustle like it’s life, every breath, every heartbeat,
Learned the art of the grind, now I’m playin’ for keeps.
Unity is power, gotta lift each other up,
Pourin’ love in the streets while we fillin’ the cup.
Legacy in the making, I’m a seed in the ground,
Watered by the struggle, now the roots run deep in this town.
Gotta live your truth, in this world that's so cold,
Watch the throne, I’m here, let the story unfold.
(Chorus)
Crime pays, but it’s a heavy toll,
Stacking up the paper, but it scars your soul.
Every dollar made, can’t forget the game,
In the city of angels, but it ain’t the same.
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