Blond in the Wind

Verse 1:

Came up in the city where the lights don’t shine,

Where the dope boys hustle and the Glocks don’t mind.

Money on my mind, got a scale in the back,

Cooking up a dream while the fiends relapse.

Streets so cold, got a heater on my waist,

Gotta move fast, can’t afford no case.

Homie caught a body, now he’s locked in a cage,

Mama cried tears but the game don’t change.

Hook:

Fast cars, bad broads, money, drugs, street gods,

Live by the gun, die by the squad,

No love in these streets, only pain and scars.

Verse 2:

Double cup sippin’, mind gone missin’,

Shorty wanna ride, but her heart ain’t in it.

She just want a taste of the life I’m livin’,

Champagne spills and a bankroll flippin’.

Enemies lurkin’, I can feel ‘em in the wind,

Load another clip, tell ‘em come and try again.

Paranoia creepin’, got me sleepin’ with a nine,

Every friend’s a foe when you deep in the crime.

Hook:

Fast cars, bad broads, money, drugs, street gods,

Live by the gun, die by the squad,

No love in these streets, only pain and scars.

Verse 3:

Buried too many, got no tears left,

Got a price on my head, I can feel my death.

Every step that I take got a demon behind,

Tryna outrun fate but it’s takin’ its time.

Roll one up, let the smoke hit the ceiling,

Numb to the pain, I don’t care ‘bout feelings.

Life in the fast lane, can’t slow down,

Only way out is a bullet or the ground.