Off The Curb

[Verse 1]
Off the curb, same shoes, new flow
Used to count change, now I count my goals
Hustle in my lungs, every breath say “go”
Pressure on my back, but the pain made gold
Words turn to bars when the rent past due
Clock tick quick, still I push right through
Grind left scars, but it built my view
Talk big dreams, share plates with the crew
[Chorus]
I got that drip when I step, that flex when I speak (yeah)
Turn pain into poems, now they play me on the street
From the notebook nights to the bright stage lights
I married my hustle, put a ring on the grind
I got that drip when I step, that flex when I speak (uh)
Every line from the soul, every phrase on beat
From the back of the bus to the front row shine
I married my hustle, put a ring on the grind (grind)
[Verse 2]
Mic check, lean in, heart on my sleeve
Told moms one day we gon’ finally breathe
Stayed down bad but I never did leave
Had to learn how to starve and still plant seed
Beat knock loud like the landlord door
Pockets on flat but my faith on roar
Crew right here, we the kids from the floor
Turn a crack in the wall to a seven-figure tour
[Bridge]
Flow came from the fear I hid (yeah)
Bars came from the nights I slid
Street taught what the books ain’t did
Lose once, lose twice, still live
Drip ain’t clothes, it’s the weight I lift
Flex ain’t cash, it’s the pain I flip
Grind is the scar, hustle is the gift
Mic in my palm, whole life on the tip
[Chorus]
I got that drip when I step, that flex when I speak (woah)
Turn pain into poems, now they play me on the street
From the notebook nights to the bright stage lights
I married my hustle, put a ring on the grind
I got that drip when I step, that flex when I speak
Every line from the soul, every phrase on beat (on beat)
From the back of the bus to the front row shine
I married my hustle, put a ring on the grind (grind)

rap, Hard-hitting boom-bap with modern trap gloss, male vocals. Tight, head-nod drum pocket, deep but controlled bass, eerie chopped sample. Verses stay minimal so every bar cuts through; hook explodes with stacked gang vocals and ad-libs. Occasional tape-stop drops and filtered intros to sections for drama, crisp upfront rap vocal in the mix.