This here track be about the hustle. It's that vibe when you're pushin' focused and just givin' up. You groove through the ups and downs, knowin' that you need to keep trundlin' forward. It's a vibe for those who rarely quit.
Gems on My Wrist
They catch the rays, reflectin' back a thousand visions. Every flick of my hand, they tell a legend. This ain't just ice, it's a statement of all the hustle I put in. These gems are evidence that I made it, and they remind me to always stayfocused.
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.
- Friendship is key, always got your back/looking out for each other/riding with your crew
- Honesty goes a long way, show some love/keep it real/treat others how you wanna be treated
- Being true to yourself is everything.
None Left Behind
He looked at the crumpled note, her script burning into his vision. It was over. She'd left without a trace. There was no explanation. Just this cold, hard reality that their passion had been extinguished.
He noticed the ache in his chest, a heavy weight about to him from within. Anger? Perhaps. 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 sorrow. He would rise above it, dust himself off, and forge ahead.
No love lost.
Stuck In This Prison
Life within these walls can be brutal. The concrete that separate us from the outside world can feel like an endless obstacle. It's easy to fall into despair. Every day feels like an uphill battle against the cruelty that holds us captive. Yet, even in this desperate situation, there is always a glimmer of hope to hold onto.
Ridin' High
This ain't just about the fancy wheels, man. It's about that vibe when you're on top of the world, {rockin'|throwin' it in gear, and the wind is whistlin' through your hair. You're experiencin' life in the fast lane, brother. It's a journey like no other.
- Push it to the limit
- The world is your oyster
- {Stay sharp and enjoy the ride|