This here track be speakin' about the hustle. It's that energy when you're keepin' ahead and just callin' it quits. You groove through the ups and downs, knowin' that you gotta keep trundlin' forward. It's a anthem for those who always quit.
Diamonds on My Wrist
They catch the sun, reflectin' back a thousand dreams. Every flick of my arm, they tell a tale. This ain't just bling, it's a sign of all the work I put in. These gems are evidence that I made it, and they remind me to always staygrounded.
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.
- 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
- Staying authentic is everything.
None Left Behind
He gazed at the crumpled note, her script burning into his eyes. It was over. They'd moved on. There was no goodbye. Just this cold, hard reality that their love 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 void where her warmth used to be.
No remorse lingered in his mind. He'd given it his best shot. It wasn't enough. This wasn't a tragedy that deserved tears. He would rise above it, dust himself off, and move on.
No love lost.
Stuck In This Prison
Life in confinement can be unforgiving. The concrete that divide us from the outside world can feel like an endless obstacle. It's easy to become consumed by darkness. Every day feels like an uphill battle against the oppression that imprisons us. Yet, even in this desperate situation, there is always a glimmer of hope to hold onto.
Ridin' High
This ain't just about the sweet ride, man. It's about that feeling when you're on top of the world, {rockin'|bustin' it in gear, and the wind is whistlin' through your strands. You're experiencin' life in the fast click here lane, brother. It's a state of mind like no other.
- Push it to the limit
- The world is your oyster
- {Stay sharp and enjoy the trip|