Making it out hood Pt. 1

Cruisin' down the street with a heart made of lead,

Memories like bullets, they ricochet in my head,

Chasing shadows, in the cold, under the city lights,

Lost homies, broken dreams, in this urban plight.

A heart so heavy, with a sorrowful drill tone,

Duckin' the past, but it's in my bones,

Kay Flock vibes, beats deep like a wound,

Every bar I spit's like a cry to the moon.

Eyes on the rise but I'm feeling so low,

Tried to find peace but the streets never let go,

In a world that's cold, where trust is a risk,

Every day's a fight, every win's just a brisk.

I'm drillin' through the sadness, drillin' through the pain,

Every loss in my life is another stain,

But I keep on pushin', through the rain and the mire,

'Cause even in the dark, I've got that fire.

I remember days way before the fame,

When the struggles of the block were a dangerous game,

Loyalty's a treasure, betrayal cuts deep,

In the drill scene, even the strong weep.

Struggles in my mind like a cage I can't flee,

Got me prayin' for a sign, on bended knee,

Dreams of peace, but the street's got a different plan,

Tryna make a change but do the best I can.

So I lace up my boots and I ready my soul,

'Cause this city chews dreams and it swallows them whole,

But I won't submit, won't be locked in a hearse,

Gotta honor the fallen with every verse.