[Verse 1]
Damn Sirens spin nightly, whole block stay tense,
Mama peekin’ through the blinds like she fucking guardin’ a fence.
Hustlers post up early, tryin’ to stack they rent,
Dreams feel heavy when the innocence get bent.
On Parkside Ave, young neggas pray for a break,
’Cause opportunity rare like a sweepstakes take.
OGs speak in codes, no room for mistakes,
You learn quick that loyalty’s the currency you make.
We ain’t reenactin’ flicks, this the fucking life we was given,
Tryna dodge a grave while stayin’ street-driven.
[Hook]
West Philly where the cold wind bite, we don’t bend,
We was raised by the blocks, by the lights, by the dead ends.
Tryna climb from the bottom but the pressure never ends,
This the place where people die and legends begin.
[Hook]
West Philly where the cold wind bite, we don’t bend,
We was raised by the blocks, by the lights, by the dead ends.
Tryna climb from the bottom but the pressure never ends,
This the place where people die and legends begin.
[Verse 2]
Rae cry’s like a bitch when his brother got dropped,
Pain hit the hood harder than the sound of the shots.
Switch on his waist ’cause the beef don’t stop,
Trauma turn a young mind into something that’s not.
On Parkside Ave, moms clutch prayers like a rope,
Beggin’ God every night just to hand her some hope.
Kids dodge death like they track-meet slope,
Tryna outrun life when they barely know the scope.
Half the block gone, other half barely livin’,
But we still shoot for better with whatever strength we’re given.
[Hook]
West Philly where the cold wind bite, we don’t bend,
We was raised by the blocks, by the lights, by the dead ends.
Tryna climb from the bottom but the pressure never ends,
This the place where people die and legends begin.
[Hook]
West Philly where the cold wind bite, we don’t bend,
We was raised by the blocks, by the lights, by the dead ends.
Tryna climb from the bottom but the pressure never ends,
This the place where people die and legends begin.
[Verse 3]
Scuffle on the ave’ turn a stare to a war,
Whole street watchin’, hearts beatin’ to the core.
Beef over somethin’ petty become somethin’ you fucking mourn,
That’s how fast innocence get torn.
On Parkside Ave, respect worth more than a chain,
Lose it once, and you never get it back again.
I rose from the pressure like a star through the rain,
Tryna outrun the reaper while I’m breakin’ every fucking chain.
Makin’ my way up even when the odds too grim,
’Cause Parkside built legends — and I’m tryna be him.
[Break]
[Hook]
West Philly where the cold wind bite, we don’t bend,
We was raised by the blocks, by the lights, by the dead ends.
Tryna climb from the bottom but the pressure never ends,
This the place where people die and legends begin.
[Hook — Final]
West Philly where the cold wind bite, we don’t bend,
We was raised by the blocks, by the lights, by the dead ends.
Tryna climb from the bottom but the pressure never ends,
This the place where people die and legends begin.
[End]