This here track be about the hustle. It's that feeling when you're pushin' focused and just callin' it quits. You ride through the tough times, knowin' that you want to keep rollin' forward. It's a anthem for those who always stop.
Sparkles on My Wrist
They catch the light, reflectin' back a thousand dreams. Every flick of my wrist, they tell a tale. This ain't just bling, it's a sign of all the grind I put in. These gems are testimony 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 more info 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.
Not A Single Tear Shed
He looked at the crumpled note, her script burning into his vision. It was over. It had moved on. There was no goodbye. Just this cold, hard reality that their flame had been extinguished.
He could feel the ache in his chest, a heavy weight crushing him from within. Anger? Possibly. Sadness? Sure. But mostly, there was a chilling emptiness where her warmth used to be.
No regrets 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 carry the torch.
No love lost.
Stuck In This Prison
Life in confinement can be harsh. The concrete that divide us from the outside world can feel like a burden. It's easy to become consumed by darkness. Every day feels like a test of will against the cruelty that surrounds us. Yet, even in this hopeless situation, there is always a glimmer of hope to hold onto.
Cruisin' on Top
This ain't just about the fancy wheels, 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 hair. You're living life in the fast lane, dude. It's a state of mind like no other.
- Keep on rollin'
- There's nothin' but open road ahead
- {Stay safe and enjoy the ride|