[Verse 1]
Posted on the Strip where the real ones post,
Piece on my hip hum loud like a ghost.
When that metal kick flames, whole block freeze,
Bodies drop quiet — wind cut with ease.
Whip parked crooked, paint drippin’ on the ave,
52nd Street hustles — that’s the life I have.
Shorty thick as fuck — talk filthy, mind slick,
Sweet with the poison, get you caught up quick.
Money stack sloppy, rubber bands hang loose,
If the roll too neat, that’s a setup — no use.
Ain’t no fucking peace out West, just move or get got,
When that grip hit your hand, respect what you got, cause this shit won't stop.
[Hook]
Every move got a code, every code got a threat,
If that clip emptied out, somebody meet death.
If the ice shine hard, it was paid in stress,
Everything I loved left me with a mess.
[Verse 2]
Cup full of pain — Henny on ice is the best,
Tasker Street nights test who’s blessed.
Phone buzzin’ crazy — that ring mean play,
If it don’t hum right, I’m losin’ that day.
Car growlin’ deep — pipes talk like sin,
Ridge Ave lanes — chrome flashin’ again.
Homie keep somethin’ that whistle when it spit,
When the block clear out, nobody fucking forget.
Frankford got ghosts — seen dirt turn red,
Girard Ave dreams where hope go dead.
But the Strip — that’s home, where I made my name,
52nd Street nights built my flame.
[Hook]
Every move got a code, every code got a threat,
If that clip emptied out, somebody meet death.
If the ice shine hard, it was paid in stress,
Everything I loved left me with a mess.
[Bridge]
Old heads from West said, “Stay woke, stay mean,”
Every smile that glow ain’t what it seem.
Could be metal, could be money, could be lust in disguise,
Every hand I shook had pain in its eyes.
Young bulls drawlin’, think they lit,
Till that stick go off — whole block get hit.
From Tasker to Ridge, same blood, same grief,
When the echo hit twice, ain’t no relief.
[Verse 3]
Yeah, birds up — that’s West Philly pride,
Bleed green heavy, I ride or die.
From Ogontz to the Strip, heart never left,
That drum beat strong through every test.
Tailgate turnt — grills flarin’, shots up,
Frankford yellin’ “Fly Eagles, fly” we don’t luck up.
52nd still wild, flags high, no bluff,
West don’t break — we just built tough.
Girard hummin’, green flash in the sky,
Ridge Ave jumpin’, that city don’t lie.
When that touchdown hit, world stop and stare,
Philly born royalty — birds everywhere.
“Go Birds go” , I yell like a creed,
That green in my blood, so every time you cut me that’s how bleed.
So when I’m gone, let that banner fly,
West Philly forever — Eagles till I die.
[Short Outro]
From the Strip to the sky — it’s all mine,
West Philly made me, one of a kind.
This my story — no fear, all pride.
Yurrpp! West side.
[End]
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