Cream City Slump by Milwaukee Warriors

Intro

Yeah, yo, uh

Verse 1

Out in the Cream City, snow turnin' ugly quick

Grime on my boots, but my mind always slick

Speak on my name, your teeth gettin' chipped

All that fake love, dog, I ain't buyin' that shit

Cornfields in the rearview, city blocks ahead

Momma workin' doubles just to buy a loaf of bread

Stackin' up the scraps, watch me turn it into gold

Ice cold soul, but my heart never sold

Chorus

Pushin' through the slump, can't stand these clowns

Talkin' all that big, but they never come 'round

Life in the state where the dollars move slow

Still runnin' my mouth, gotta let these fuckers know

Verse 2

Milwaukee nights, blunts burnin' low

Midwest weather, always ready for snow

Got a bad attitude, smoother than some Henny

Chillin' with the squad, ain't a punk among any

Wisconsin pain, yeah the struggle run deep

But I grind nonstop, no time for sleep

All these haters talk like they own this place

But I walk like a king, bitch, look at my face

Pre-Chorus

Ain't about luck, it's grit in my veins

Sick of these bums, steady playin' these games

If you ain't real, you get left in the rain

Midwest hustle, ain't nothin' but pain

Chorus

Pushin' through the slump, can't stand these clowns

Talkin' all that big, but they never come 'round

Life in the state where the dollars move slow

Still runnin' my mouth, gotta let these fuckers know

Verse 3: Second Voice

Got my hoodie up, wind cuttin' through the block

Mil Town steppin', let the neighbors talk

Mad at the world, but I'm cool with the grind

Cracked knuckles, smile crooked, but the words still shine

Potholes and loose change, scrape by every dime

Lost a couple homies to the system and the time

Used to shoot hoops by the corner with the crew

Now we break bread and discuss what we been through

Bridge: Both

Out in the cold, steel nerves on display

Two sons of the city ain’t built to obey

Stories in the pavement, pain in our spit

Stayin’ on the real, we don’t care who legit

Chorus

Pushin’ through the slump, can’t stand these clowns

Talkin’ all that big, but they never come ‘round

Life in the state where the dollars move slow

Still runnin’ my mouth, gotta let these fuckers know

Outro: Both

Yeah, we still posted on these frostbit streets

Sippin' cheap coffee, dirty Nikes on my feet

Winter wind howl, but our voices cut deep

Ain't a damn thing changed, still hungry, still elite

Mama say a prayer, but I load up the plan

Too many lost brothers with their future in a can

Fuck what you heard, this the city, raw and blunt

We survivors in the cold, unfazed by they front

Fire in my chest, middle finger for the fake

Milwaukee born raw, we don’t fold, we don’t break

If the world want smoke, let 'em wait in the snow

'Cause we built off the struggle, bitch, that's all we know

Extended Outro: Both

Back alley sunrise, tired eyes on the grind

Still talkin' that shit and we say what's on our mind

Graffiti on the fences, rebel roots in the veins

Never check for the throne, we the ones off the chains

Duet: Farsi Rap/English

(تو خیابونا، سرما همه جا)

Beneath these beaten signs, still the same law

(باید بجنگی، اینجا راه ساده نیست)

Ain't no shortcuts, hustlin' for a feast

Both

Run the bitter blocks, spit the grit and the rage

Ghosts of the past still rattlin' the cage

So if you step in our zone, you respect how we roll

Milwaukee warriors, take scars with the soul