Yo, this track is straight fire. The beat be bumpin', got me jumpin' to it hard. The lyrics are sick. This jam is the perfect vibes for a late night ride. If you wanna experience that street vibe, then better check out this track.
- No cap
- It's fire
What the CPC: Streets Be Wildin'
Yo, listen up. These days/Nowadays/Nowadays, the streets/this concrete jungle/these blocks ain't safe no more. It's like a warzone/straight outta hell/total chaos out there. Every corner you turn, somethin' wild is goin' down/gonna happen/could pop off. You gotta watch your back/be careful who you trust/keep it ???? cuz anybody could be a threat/you never know who's for real/playin'/bout that life .
It's sad/That's the truth/Ain't no joke that we gotta live like this/to constantly be on guard/like it's do or die. We deserve better/need to change this situation/gotta find a way out.
Creepin' The Streets: Freestyle Session
Yo, last night , we rolled upon a wild freestyle session . At the park, some cats were spitting heat. It was crazy . The vibes was undeniable. I couldn't help but groove.
- Let me tell you, , some of these lyricists were totally skilled .
- Word to your mother, , I was amazed by the delivery .
It's refreshing to see passion like this. Keep it up , artists ! The world needs more of this.
Creepin Through : Rollin' Through the Streetz
Yo, dis jungle be pumped up at night. The lamps cast silhouettes that dance on the concrete. We're a phantom, blendin' into the gloom. Keepin' it lowkey, skippin' any trouble. Eyes peeled|Sharp as a tack|, I be watchin' every street. You never know who or somethin' be lurkin' in the deep end. It's a crazy world out here, but that's just how we roll.
The Hustler's Anthem: Livin' Life Hard
Yo, this ain't no sunshine walk, this is the real deal. Straight from the gutters, where the hustle never sleeps. We talkin' 'bout Ghetto Flow, that raw beat that keeps your feet tappin'. It's a story told through bars, paintin' pictures of the daily grind.
- Every verse got meaning, yo
- You gotta feel it in your bones, you dig?
We walkin' through these blocks, eyes open wide, hearts beatin' fast. This ain't no place for the weak. But for those who survive to their roots, this is where we belong.
Dark Nights, City Lights: Kreepin' Through The Streetz
Yo, check it. The/This/That night be fallin' quick, but the city's still bumpin'. Lights are blazin', reflectin'/flashin'/shimmerin' off the/each/every puddle like a million dazzling diamonds. Walkin'/Cruisin'/Strollin' down these streets, you can feel the energy/vibe/pulsation in the air, like/almost like/sort of like a heartbeat. It's intense/electric/charged, man. Gotta keep your eyes/head/mind on the/your/its prize, cuz this concrete jungle can be a/some/total wild ride.
You/We/I gotta watch/stay/look out for the shady characters, the ones hidin' in the/these/those shadows. kreepin through the streets golden boy They be lookin' to take/steal/score. But/Yet/Still, there's beauty in this darkness too, you know? The way the/a/some streetlights paint the/everything/your face, like/almost like/sort of like a masterpiece. It's wild.
- Sometimes/Every now and then/ A few times/Occasionally, you see a soul/someone/a figure just standin' there, watchin' the world go by. Like they're lost/in thought/thinkin' about somethin' deep. Maybe they got a story to tell, a secret to keep.
- Maybe/Who knows/ maybe that's what makes these city streets so fascinatin'/intriguin'/captivatin'. Every/All/Each corner holds a mystery, a new adventure waitin' to be discovered.