[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Ayy, fuck what you heard, I’m from Philly, now I’m posted in Del,
First state, small place, but we raisin’ pure hell.
Clap heat, no sleep, every corner got work,
Ain’t no love in these streets, just pain in the dirt.
Let’s go!
[Verse 1]
Delaware my crib, first state on the map,
Soldiers in the trenches, where the corners adapt.
Philly born, city blood runnin’ through my veins,
Now I’m ridin’ through Del where they clutch and they aim.
Beaches stretch wide, but this shit ain’t sweet,
Boardwalk glitter while we starve on the streets.
Hustlers on the sand, with a stick in they shorts,
Couple shells in the wave, turn the tide with force.
Every block’s a gamble, better roll them dice,
Small state drama but it cost your life.
Ayy, fuck peace talks, drama pop on sight,
Keep your mouth shut or you won’t see night.
[Chorus]
Sax cry loud, Delaware my zone,
Stack that cash, make the streets my throne.
Sun might shine, but the block stay cold,
Delaware my home, where the grind take hold.
Sax cry loud, Delaware my zone,
Stack that cash, make the streets my throne.
Sun might shine, but the block stay cold,
Delaware my home, where the grind take hold.
[Verse 2]
Bricks of Dover, Capitol standin’ tall,
But the hood got traps in every crack of the wall.
Crabs in the bay, rats runnin’ the scene,
Try to play tough, get your face on a screen.
Bridgeville to Newark, blood spill for a glance,
Pull up wrong street, that’s your last damn chance.
I talk sharp, bars cut like a blade,
First state bred, we was born self-made.
Fuck the boys in blue, they just ride for the system,
Same ones lock you while the D A assist ‘em.
Got a switch on the stick, make it sing like a choir,
Street dreams burn hot, fuel all this fire.
[Chorus]
Sax cry loud, Delaware my zone,
Stack that cash, make the streets my throne.
Sun might shine, but the block stay cold,
Delaware my home, where the grind take hold.
Sax cry loud, Delaware my zone,
Stack that cash, make the streets my throne.
Sun might shine, but the block stay cold,
Delaware my home, where the grind take hold.
[Bridge]
Philly blood run deep, but I’m reppin’ the Del,
Small dot on the map, but we raisin’ pure hell.
Street lights flicker, bodies drop on cue,
If you ain’t from here, this ain’t safe for you.
Bay breeze blow, but the air smell gunpowder,
First state, bitch, get your head hit louder.
I’m a beast in these streets, keep the heat in the whip,
Clip long like the pier, make a whole crew flip.
[Outro]
Yeah, we small, but we deadly, better check your tone,
Every block got a king, every street a throne.
From the pier to the bricks, to the backstreet grime,
Delaware, motherfucker, got killers on time.
Yeah, Philly raised me, Delaware made me,
Strap on my lap if the world wanna play me.
First state soldier, bury you where you stand,
Delaware born now, blood stain the sand.
Denway
