This here track be about the hustle. It's that feeling when you're pushin' ahead and just givin' up. You groove through the ups and downs, knowin' that you want to keep rollin' forward. It's a anthem for those who always back down.
Diamonds on My Wrist
They catch the sun, reflectin' back a thousand visions. Every flick of my wrist, they tell a legend. This ain't just hardware, it's a statement of all the hustle I put in. These stones are proof that I made it, and they remind me to always staygrounded.
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.
- Solidarity 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
- Staying authentic is everything.
None Left Behind
He glanced at the crumpled note, her letters burning into his eyes. It was over. It had left website without a trace. There was no goodbye. Just this cold, hard reality that their passion had been extinguished.
He was acutely aware of the ache in his chest, a heavy weight threatening to him from within. Anger? Possibly. Sadness? Sure. But mostly, there was a chilling emptiness where her warmth used to be.
No second thoughts lingered in his mind. He'd given it his best shot. It wasn't enough. This wasn't a tragedy that deserved pity. He would rise above it, dust himself off, and move on.
No love lost.
Stuck In This Prison
Life within these walls can be harsh. The concrete that separate us from the outside world can feel like an endless obstacle. It's easy to lose hope. Every day feels like an uphill battle against the oppression that imprisons us. Yet, even in this bleak situation, there is always the possibility of change to hold onto.
Cruisin' on Top
This ain't just about the sweet ride, man. It's about that sense when you're on top of the world, {rockin'|bustin' it in gear, and the wind is whistlin' through your strands. You're living life in the fast lane, brother. It's a freedom like no other.
- Keep on rollin'
- There's nothin' but open road ahead
- {Stay safe and enjoy the trip|