Murder mitten

From the block where the nights get cold, stories untold

Where the streets mold young souls, heart and goals unfold

Grew up in that street life, survival’s the game

Bright lights, dark nights, trying not to go insane

Lost my brother, now the pain echoes in my conscious,

Shadows in my cell, dreaming of better days, gang … gang

Put a button on the arp, now my mind’s focused

Turning up in these streets, yeah, they see I’m chosen

Back then I was bummy, now I’m shining,

Went From broke to rich in the city where catchin a B is called a catchin a hat

Flint town roots run deep, creep up on you lay in the bushes till you sleep

Searching for love in the chaos, that’s the life I gotta leave

Born broke, dying rich, that’s how ima die

From the grit to the glory, lessons I preach

Street lights fade, bullets rain down , I elevate

Pain and struggle, fuel my hustle, I dominate

Had to leave, had to go, but the soul remains

BBDR till the world blow , breaking chains, no more ramen noodles on my plate

From the city’s shadow to the heights I climb

Every scar, every scar, a sign of my grind

This is my story, no rewind, just forward in time

Flint pride, forever mine, in my rhyme