This here track be about the hustle. It's that energy when you're keepin' ahead and barely callin' it quits. You groove through the ups and downs, knowin' that you need to keep trundlin' forward. It's a anthem for those who always quit.
Diamonds on My Wrist
They catch the rays, reflectin' back a thousand fantasies. Every flick of my arm, they tell a story. This ain't just ice, it's a sign of all the grind I put in. These stones are testimony that I made it, and they remind me to always staytrue.
Street Code
Straight up, knowing/understanding/picking up street code is like having/being equipped with/owning a secret weapon out here. It's the unspoken language/rules/protocol that keeps things/makes things run/regulates smooth in the hood/streets/concrete jungle. You gotta show respect/pay your dues/be on your best behavior or else things can get messy/ugly/turned around fast. It's all about reading between the lines/knowing what's up/getting the vibe.
- Loyalty is key, always got your back/looking out for each other/riding with your crew
- Courtesy goes a long way, show some love/keep it real/treat others how you wanna be treated
- Keeping it ???? is everything.
No Love Lost
He looked at the crumpled note, her script burning into his vision. It was over. It had found someone else. There was no goodbye. Just this cold, hard reality that their flame had been extinguished.
He noticed the ache in his chest, a heavy weight threatening to him from within. Anger? Maybe. Sadness? Sure. But mostly, there was a website chilling absence where her warmth used to be.
No remorse lingered in his mind. He'd done all he could. It wasn't enough. This wasn't a tragedy that deserved sorrow. He would rise above it, dust himself off, and move on.
No love lost.
Locked In The Trap
Life within these walls can be brutal. The steel that confine us from the outside world can feel like unyielding shackles. It's easy to lose hope. Every day feels like an uphill battle against the system that surrounds us. Yet, even in this hopeless situation, there is always a glimmer of hope to hold onto.
Soarin' Above
This ain't just about the sweet ride, man. It's about that sense when you're on top of the world, {rockin'|throwin' it in gear, and the wind is whistlin' through your locks. You're living life in the fast lane, dude. It's a freedom like no other.
- Ride like the wind
- There's nothin' but open road ahead
- {Stay safe and enjoy the ride|