IE to BH
Artist: (Your Name Here)
Title: IE to BH
(Intro - Gritty, sampled beat with a smooth transition)
(Sound of wind and sirens fading into a crisp 808 beat)
[Chorus]
From the 909 pavement, to the 90210 statements
Used to count pennies, now I'm counting endorsements
Gucci, Prada, Versace on the frame, no replacement
Homeless king, now the Hills is my safe arrangement.
Yeah, I came up from the dirt, watched the haters get hurt,
Pour a shot of the Don, smoke the best of the purp.
Got a Latina anchor woman on my shirt,
And a novela star calling when she needs some work.
[Verse 1 - The Struggle (Inland Empire)]
Listen up, let me tell you 'bout the genesis
Back when the IE sun just felt like a nemesis.
Sleeping on cardboard, concrete mattress,
A young Latino with no future, just bad habits.
Perris, Moreno, San Berdoo, that was the block,
Hustle in my blood, learned to move 'fore I could walk.
No silver spoon, just the hunger in my gut,
Dreaming of a mansion while I was stuck in a hut.
Felt the fire, felt the need, had to plant a seed,
Used a dollar store notebook to write down the creed.
Every verse a prayer, every rhyme a desperate plea,
"Gotta break the cycle, gotta set my people free."
Yeah, I was dirt poor, but the flow was platinum already,
Took the trauma, made the music heavy.
[Pre-Chorus]
Then the first check hit, and the whole world switched,
Pulled the trigger on the dream, now I'm financially rich.
Left the smoke of the block for the sea-salt air,
Said goodbye to the struggle, no looking back, I swear.
[Chorus]
From the 909 pavement, to the 90210 statements
Used to count pennies, now I'm counting endorsements
Gucci, Prada, Versace on the frame, no replacement
Homeless king, now the Hills is my safe arrangement.
Yeah, I came up from the dirt, watched the haters get hurt,
Pour a shot of the Don, smoke the best of the purp.
Got a Latina anchor woman on my shirt,
And a novela star calling when she needs some work.
[Verse 2 - The Luxury Life (Beverly Hills)]
Now the crib got a gate, and the view is insane,
Marble floors in the foyer, washing away the pain.
Rodeo Drive, that's my grocery run for the day,
Prada for the travel, Versace for the runway.
My closet is a boutique, tailored in Rome,
Used to worry 'bout shelter, now I worry 'bout the dome.
My driver waits, the Phantom's sleek and black,
Rolling a blunt the size of a baseball bat.
Got fine women, different flavors, they adore the success,
But I keep it loyal to my roots, gotta love the Latin finesse.
Sippin' Añejo, watching the sun dip low,
Got a Latina anchor texting me on the DL, you know the flow.
Then the main squeeze calls, actress from the top novela,
She says "Mi amor, ven y dame candela." (My love, come and give me fire.)
We laugh about the struggle, 'cause we both understand,
We built this empire right here, hand in hand.
[Bridge]
They tried to count me out, said I was just a ghost,
Now I'm toasting to the top, doing what I love the most.
Every dollar is a receipt fro
Slick1
