[Intro]
Yeah...
Mic check, one-two, one-two
Straight from the gutter where the real ones move
Let’s get it...
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[Hook – 2x]
Back on the block with a chip on my shoulder,
heart gone cold but my bars got colder.
Raised by wolves where the streets don’t sleep,
talk too loud, better hope it ain’t deep.
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[Verse 1]
Came up hard where the pain made kings,
we ain’t had dreams, just the sound of them dings.
Mama worked doubles, I was runnin' with thieves,
now I turn that hunger into platinum LPs.
Fitted cap low, Timbs laced with the stance,
cop lights flash, but I never freeze, I advance.
Never trust a soul, that's the code on the block,
'cause your brother’ll flip for a taste of the pot.
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[Hook – 2x]
Back on the block with a chip on my shoulder,
heart gone cold but my bars got colder.
Raised by wolves where the streets don’t sleep,
talk too loud, better hope it ain’t deep.
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[Verse 2]
This ain’t TikTok rap, this that pain with a pen,
where the rent was late and the nights never end.
No designer tags — just the dust and the dirt,
but the fire in my chest made the verses hurt.
Bars hit hard like a jab in the ring,
underground soldier, I was built to sting.
While they chase fame, I was flippin’ the code,
cookin' lines in the dark like I’m workin' the stove.
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[Bridge – Talk That Talk Flow]
Look...
I ain’t here to trend, I ain't chasin' the fake,
I spit what I lived, not what gets plays.
If you feel this heat, then you know where it’s from –
real rap breathes in the lungs of the slums.
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[Hook – 2x]
Back on the block with a chip on my shoulder,
heart gone cold but my bars got colder.
Raised by wolves where the streets don’t sleep,
talk too loud, better hope it ain’t deep.
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[Outro]
So here’s to the nights in the rain and the pain,
to the ones locked down and the lost in the game.
I'm the voice of the gutter, the grit and the spit –
this is 2K rap — real, raw, and legit.
MaryJane420
