[Hook: Talkbox Melody]
(Smooth vocals, auto-tuned talkbox style)
We been through the storm, through the fire, through the rain
Still stand tall, never fold, never change
Ride or die, you my brother for life
When the world get cold, we gon’ still shine bright
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[Verse 1: First Friend]
Met you back in the day, we was both on the grind
Had nothin’ but a dream, tryna hustle, tryna climb
Late nights talkin’ ‘bout the pain and the fears
You ain"t just hear me out, you really lent me ya ears
When I was slippin’, you pulled me right back
Told me, “Stay solid, never fold, never crack”
I was lost in the dark, you showed me the road
Taught me real ain"t just words, it’s the weight that you hold
Remember days broke, splittin’ meals, same plate
Now we feast at the table, toastin’ up to the fate
From the dirt, from the struggle, from the pressure, from the fight
We ain"t blood, but we closer than most in this life
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[Hook: Talkbox Melody]
We been through the storm, through the fire, through the rain
Still stand tall, never fold, never change
Ride or die, you my brother for life
When the world get cold, we gon’ still shine bright
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[Verse 2: Second Friend]
I remember when you called, said the world feelin’ heavy
Told you, “I’m pullin’ up,” had the engine revvin’ ready
Sat up in the whip, just vibin’, just smokin’
Let you spill it all out, real ones stay open
Life tried to break us, but we stronger than that
Ain’t no fake love here, put my soul in the pact
You held me down when my mind went astray
Said, “Homie, you a king, don’t you throw that crown away”
We done been through it all, but we still here breathin’
Turned losses into lessons, turned pain into meanin’
Loyalty ain’t a word, it’s a bond that we built
And we takin’ this ride ‘til the tires get killed
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[Hook: Talkbox Melody]
We been through the storm, through the fire, through the rain
Still stand tall, never fold, never change
Ride or die, you my brother for life
When the world get cold, we gon’ still shine bright
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[Outro: Laid-Back G-Funk Synths & Talkbox]
*(Faded talkbox ad-libs: “Yeahhh, yeahhh, real ones never fold…”) *
(Deep bass fades out as the sound of a car engine revs and drives off.)
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