**Title: “Cartier from the District”**
*(Intro – Dark, slow build beat)*
Yeah…
Northeast to Southeast…
Cartier in this b*tch…
D.C. born, D.C. bled…
Let me talk my sh*t real quick.
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**(Verse 1)**
Cartier came up in the coldest zone,
Raised where the sirens and them shots get thrown.
Trenches in the shadows, where the weak don’t last,
Either hustle or get ate, ain't no free hall pass.
He was young, flippin’ packs out by Benning Road,
OGs showed him how to move real cold.
In the kitchen with the whip, made the Pyrex dance,
Told himself, “I’ma boss, I don't do no chance.”
Mom dukes prayin’, but the rent came first,
So he ran through the block, had to stretch that work.
All them nights in the rain, he ain't never fold,
Heart full of pain but his soul too bold.
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**(Hook)**
Cartier hustlin’ in them D.C. streets,
Where the love is rare and the hate run deep.
From the go-go sound to the warzone beats,
He was stackin’ every dollar just to get off his feet.
From the trenches to the hoods, now he movin’ elite,
Turned pain into hunger, now the mission complete.
No handouts, just risks and heat —
Cartier from the District, ten toes, no cheat.
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**(Verse 2)**
He seen it all — the setups, the fakes, the loss,
Came from a city where the love got a cost.
Petworth to Congress, his name held weight,
But he played it real quiet, never showed his plate.
Kept his mind on the bag, never moved too loud,
Never needed the fame, just respect from the crowd.
Now he push big whips down MLK,
While he think 'bout them nights he ain’t have no way.
Used to dodge raids, now he dodge fake love,
Still keep a .40 tucked, in case they test the plug.
Made it out the cracks like them U Street weeds,
But he still show love to them D.C. streets.
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**(Hook)**
Cartier hustlin’ in them D.C. streets,
Where the love is rare and the hate run deep.
From the go-go sound to the warzone beats,
He was stackin’ every dollar just to get off his feet.
From the trenches to the hoods, now he movin’ elite,
Turned pain into hunger, now the mission complete.
No handouts, just risks and heat —
Cartier from the District, ten toes, no cheat.
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**(Outro)**
Yeah…
From the back blocks to the Capitol lights,
Cartier stood tall, made wrongs into rights.
This that real D.C., not the politics and tweets —
This that hood hero sh\*t, made for the streets.
Cartier
