Back to the Bars

Back to the bars

Back to the basics (yeah)

Whole room lean

When the bass hits (hey!)

Came up scribblin’ lines in a school desk

Hand-me-down kicks, had a huge flex

Every lunch break, cypher in the yard

Turn a cracked phone screen to a calling card

Crates full of sounds on the laptop

Turn a cracked door room to a backdrop

Old heads talk ’bout golden age talk

I’m just tryna make the future out this sidewalk

Hooked on the stories, the struggle, the win

Every little detail carved in the skin

Took that hunger, let it sharpen my tongue

Now the whole crowd move off the breath in my lungs

This that rap, that raw, that real thing

From the stairwell echoes to the ceiling

From the pain in the verse to the healing

Hip hop in my blood, I can feel it (feel it)

This that trap where the night don’t sleep

Where the drums go wild and the floor too deep

From the block to the chart, we don’t backtrack

Say it loud one time, bring the craft back

Words like work, gotta clock in

Every sixteen built for the locked-in

Every little pause, that’s timing

Every lost day still a diamond

Rap is a mirror, show the flaws and the fame

Every small choice still carving your name

Hip hop raised me, taught me how to stand

Trap paid dues, put the cash in my hand

Old tapes spinning in my headphones

New kids posting on their cell phones

Different roads, but the root still same

Whole world breathing in the beat and the slang

This that rap, that raw, that real thing

From the stairwell echoes to the ceiling

From the pain in the verse to the healing

Hip hop in my blood, I can feel it (feel it)

This that trap where the night don’t sleep

Where the drums go wild and the floor too deep

From the block to the chart, we don’t backtrack

Say it loud one time, bring the craft back