Peralta on the Decks

Yeah

Peralta

Load it up

Came from the back of the basements

Turned every doubt to a paycheck

City on my chain like a weight set

Still I make it all light when the bass hit

Never took breaks, took chances

Pinned my pain to the pad like a canvas

Now they scream my name from the rafters

Same ones used to scroll right past us

I was knee-deep, stress in my eyelids

Bills on the table like sidekicks

Now I slide through, clean like a stylist

Whole crew silent when the line hits

Peralta on the decks, we don’t ever let up (nah)

Whole block jumpin’, got the neighbors fed up (woo)

Came up from the cuts, now we really next up

Say my name in your city, they gon’ throw they set up

Peralta on the decks, Peralta on the decks

Turn the pain into checks, put respect on the flex

Peralta on the decks, Peralta on the decks

Got the past on my back, but the future in my hands (yeah)

Used to get curved, now I swerve in the lane switch

Everything earned, never asked for a handpicked

Had to tune out all the background chatter

Only thing loud now the climb on the ladder

Mama in the front row, tears in her lashes

Said, “Baby, keep going, leave marks, not scratches”

So I write real life in these stanzas

Make the whole crowd move like dancers

They gon’ talk big talk, I don’t answer

I just level up quick, new chapter

From the cracked-screen phone to the plasma

From the late-night shift to the rafters (let’s go)

Peralta on the decks, we don’t ever let up

Whole block jumpin’, got the neighbors fed up

Came up from the cuts, now we really next up

Say my name in your city, they gon’ throw they set up

Peralta on the decks, Peralta on the decks (hey!)

Turn the pain into checks, put respect on the flex

Peralta on the decks, Peralta on the decks

Got the past on my back, but the future in my hands (hands up)