This here track be about the hustle. It's that energy when you're stayin' ahead and never quitting. You flow through the tough times, knowin' that you need to keep rollin' forward. It's a anthem for those who never stop.
Sparkles on My Wrist
They catch the light, reflectin' back a thousand fantasies. Every flick of my hand, they tell a story. This ain't just hardware, it's a statement of all the work I put in. These stones are evidence that I made it, and they remind me to always staytrue.
Urban Lingo
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.
Not A Single Tear Shed
He gazed at the crumpled note, her letters burning into his eyes. It was over. She'd found someone else. There was no goodbye. Just this cold, hard reality that their love had been extinguished.
He was acutely aware of the ache in his chest, a heavy weight about to him from within. Anger? Maybe. Sadness? Sure. But here mostly, there was a chilling absence where her warmth used to be.
No regrets lingered in his mind. He'd tried his hardest. It wasn't enough. This wasn't a loss that deserved pity. He would rise above it, dust himself off, and forge ahead.
No love lost.
Stuck In This Prison
Life within these walls can be unforgiving. The concrete that confine us from the outside world can feel like a burden. It's easy to become consumed by darkness. Every day feels like an uphill battle against the system that imprisons us. Yet, even in this hopeless situation, there is always the possibility of change to hold onto.
Ridin' High
This ain't just about the sweet ride, 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 strands. You're experiencin' life in the fast lane, brother. It's a state of mind like no other.
- Ride like the wind
- The world is your oyster
- {Stay steady and enjoy the ride|