This here track be touchin' on the hustle. It's that vibe when you're pushin' strong and just givin' up. You groove through the obstacles, knowin' that you want to keep rollin' forward. It's a vibe for those who always quit.
Sparkles on My Wrist
They catch the sun, reflectin' back a thousand fantasies. Every flick of my hand, they tell a legend. This ain't just ice, it's a symbol of all the work I put in. These gems are proof 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.
- Friendship 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 glanced at the crumpled note, her letters burning into his soul. It was over. They'd found someone else. There was no last word. Just this cold, hard reality that their flame had been extinguished.
He could feel the ache in his chest, a heavy weight check here threatening 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 sorrow. He would rise above it, dust himself off, and carry the torch.
No love lost.
Locked In The Trap
Life in confinement can be brutal. The concrete that divide us from the outside world can feel like unyielding shackles. It's easy to fall into despair. Every day feels like a test of will 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 sense when you're on top of the world, {rockin'|bustin' it in gear, and the wind is whistlin' through your strands. You're embracin' life in the fast lane, brother. It's a state of mind like no other.
- Keep on rollin'
- There's nothin' but open road ahead
- {Stay safe and enjoy the trip|