Came from the ground, mud on my shoes, still got the stain now Pockets was empty, now the money do the rain dance They used to laugh, now they quiet when the chain bounce
By Forest Green2 months ago in Poets
I could buy a new crib, I could change my zip But the pain in my chest still come with the drip I could smile for them, I could flex for Instagram
I was starvin’, now the plate got the steakhouse They was frontin’, now they beggin’ for a stakeout I don’t do handouts, only moves that I make count
Left burn on the track, wrist hot like a stove Came up from the cold, now the money in the fold Step light, talk heavy, got the city on hold
I was broke, now the money do the cha-cha They was fake, now they beggin’ for the cha-cha I don’t do slow, only moves that go faster
Street lights flicker, I count the empty chairs Still feel the weight like the ghosts in the air Used to roll deep, now the crew’s in the wind
I see shadows in the rearview every time I drive Hear they voices in the wind when I’m barely alive Told ‘em I’d make it, now the promise feel cheap
Came in the center, still got the scars Hustle in my blood, sleepin’ with the stars Street lights blink, but the danger don’t fade
I chase the bag but it don’t fill the void Every check got a cost, every win gets destroyed Used to split the pie, now I eat it alone
Now the money longer, but the problems multiply New haters in the comments, same ones from the block ride Tried to leave it, tried to fly out to the coast
Back when the block was our kingdom, no crown needed Chain links and late nights, dreams barely seeded Corner store runs with a pocket full of loose change
So I’m chasing echoes in the rearview tonight Trying to find the pieces of the kid who used to fight For every little victory, every step of the way
