Song: Street Legend
Album: Raw Flow
Lyrics
Ink on the paper, streets got the stake of danger
Rolling with the squad like a comic book ranger
Dollar bills in the air, folding ’em like origami
Car floor down the block, we in the concrete tsunami
Ghost-beating dreams, drinking tagged-up spots like fine art
Boom bap beats in my chest, pounding my heart
Hustlers on the call, they’re flipping dimes in their dreams
City lights flicker, night whispers and schemes
From Brooklyn to Compton, the city’s alive
Echoes of the struggle, we hustle and thrive
Rhymes painted canvas, stories untold
In the heart of the hustle, the streets turn to gold
Riffers in the park, words dance in circles
Swag it like a game thing, draw, drop it like herbs
Crusade type, bonds thicker than molasses
Fiends chasing dreams, end up with empty glasses
Moonlight, shadows, secrets in abandoned alleys
Every block a battleground, no room for dilly dally
Mic in my hand, my weapon of choice
Amplify thoughts, the power of voice
From Brooklyn to Compton, the city’s alive
Echoes of the struggle, we hustle and thrive
Rhymes painted canvas, stories untold
In the heart of the hustle, the streets turn to gold
In the heart of the hustle, the streets turn to gold
The streets turn to gold
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