Bronx Streets

Intro — 100 BPM

Man, what the fuck y'all talkin' 'bout?

Yeah...

Fuck all that pretty shit.

This that cold-block shit.

This that streetlight-flicker shit.

Let's go.

Verse 1

Cold block, dirty snow, streetlights flicker

Same broke motherfuckers, same pain getting thicker

Sirens in the distance, hear 'em sing all night

Mama told me stay home, but the rent ain't right

Back door conversations, voices getting lower

Winter got the whole damn neighborhood colder

Everybody got a hustle, everybody got a story

Everybody talk tough till that pressure get enormous

Ash on my hoodie, cracked glass on the pavement

Old heads counting losses, young boys chasing payments

Whole block looking tired, eyes red from the nights

Every window got a shadow, every corner got a price

Fuck fame, fuck likes, fuck being accepted

I seen good souls vanish, whole lives disconnected

I ain't glorifying shit, I'm reporting what I saw

Where survival get ugly and respect got a cost

HOOK

Street-minded, sling-minded, stuck in the cold

Tryna turn little dollars into something to hold

Fuck a fairy tale, this the shit that we know

Dirty money, dirty nights, dirty snow

Street-minded, sling-minded, heart full of stone

Everybody want a piece when you finally get your own

Fuck a handout, motherfucker, leave me alone

Built mine from the pavement, now I'm standing on my own

Verse 2

Cracked phone in my pocket, ash falling off the sleeve

Everybody say they love you till they got a reason to leave

Rumors through the hallway, sirens through the night

Red-and-blue reflections dancing off the blinds

Mama stretched a dollar till that motherfucker screamed

I was eating noodles, trying to picture better things

Now I count every dollar like it came from thin air

Had to learn real young that nobody really cares

Fake love, fake smiles, fake dap, fake friends

Everybody wanna celebrate, nobody wanna help

They'll shake your hand today, then pray you fucking fall

So I stopped explaining myself and stopped answering calls

Cold rain on my face, black clouds overhead

Too many names got written, too many tears got shed

Whole city leave a scar, every scar got a memory

I ain't taking all the pain if I ever get to leave

Still walking through the rain with my chin up

Same old block, different fucking mindset

I remember every face, every night, every lesson

Turned a lifetime of pressure into motherfucking presence

HOOK

Street-minded, sling-minded, stuck in the cold

Tryna turn little dollars into something to hold

Fuck a fairy tale, this the shit that we know

Dirty money, dirty nights, dirty snow

Street-minded, sling-minded, heart full of stone

Everybody want a piece when you finally get your own

Fuck a handout, motherfucker, leave me alone

Built mine from the pavement, now I'm standing on my own

OUTRO

Yeah...

No fairy tales.

No clean endings.

Cold nights.

Hard lessons.

Bad memories.

Whole city tried to break me...

But I'm still fucking here.

Fuck the bullshit.